When my heart is chaotic,
a turbulent sea
I take comfort that the Spirit
is hovering over them.
With anticipation, 
not worried or hurried
But joyfully, exuberantly, excitedly. 
Though these crashing waves of tumult and anxiety
are enough to wear me out,
My loving Lord is still able to rest here. 
O Jesus, you set the boundaries on the waters of my heart
You are not concerned, you are not fretting.
Let your rest be mine, let your waters of resting become mine.
Let your deep, restful heart make mine so.