Crashing tides on seas of devotion. Up a head a whirlpool of emotions.
The winds are high waters rough.
Oh my!
This whirlpool wants to swollow me up.
Chanting
"Come child, come now and see.
I will bring comfort, peace, and serenity."
"Release, let go, and come on to thee."

I am quite tired form the constent push and pull I thought to myself. Not...