He stopped the storm, brought calm, and the waves died down. They rejoiced that they had calmed down, and the Lord led them to the desired harbor. Psalm 107. 29, 30

A boat, in silence,

Vogue on an azure lake ;

Slowly, she advances,

Under a calm and pure sky.

But suddenly the wind rises,

Chasing a black cloud,

And the waves it raises

Shake, because it's evening.

Great then is the distress

Distraught travelers ;

Great is also their weakness,

Their faith no longer supports them.

But there is one who watches

On them all, although asleep.

Ah! Will we have to wake him up ?

Isn't he their dear friend ?

Master, are you therefore insensitive ? - You see, we are perishing !

Any miracle is possible for you, - Save us, we beg you !

He immediately approaches them, - Then he says to the wind : Shut up !

And tenderly their reproach - For having had so little faith.

So often in life, - The storm darkens our hearts,

Although for us Jesus prays, - Ready to calm our terrors.

Let us count more on his tenderness : - His heart cannot change ;

Of his distressed sheep - He is still the shepherd.

Source (The Good Seed)