Lost in a sea of waves
Buffeted by life’s storms
Longing for a word that saves
A friendly hug, a word that warms.
Outside are people on their way
Do they seek this pool of calm?
There’s something out there, who can say
When it will come, this soothing balm?
Lost perhaps, we drift away
Losing sight of God’s warm light
We move on slowly and betray
Our fears and yet - we hold on tight.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013