Soul,
tumbling under treacherous tides
striving for still waters.
Uncertainty undermining rest –
searching for knowledge;
release from white water.
No one can escape the end.
The rich receive rainfall and rough winds
as certainly as societies’ contemptible.
And still the honest receive the same storm as these.
Searching for still waters.
The answer found
engulfed in greatest depths.
Miraculously surfaced,
unbound by white water.
Rest, for all souls.
Reflections of Terror and Beauty 
How true it is that uncertainty’s influence on us is strong. Yet, as is revealed at the end of your poem, we miraculously surface and find rest for our soul. We don’t have to give in to uncertainty because, even though the honest suffer the same storm as the rich, we need not fear because we know that we will surface. Not because we are a strong swimmer, but because by some miracle, we will be rescued by the master of the storm and will no longer be bound by the white waters. I also love that the answer is found in the depths of the waters because so often that is where God meets us. Beautiful imagery and so much truth here.
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