Ode To The Eternal Father -- The Deep

Frigid as the northeastern winds in this winter season

Is the cry that rings from atop this tattered raft

Drifting in mid ocean.

Victimized by the tossing waves of violent storm

This weary, battered sailor has barely survived the shipwreck.

I now cry out in the frozen darkness, searching for a shore

Any sliver of land that will grant me rest and safety.

The moon illuminates the watery trail as a beacon in the night

While I drift in an unknown direction.

From where will hope arrive?

I will just wait for rescue to come.

At long last dry ground comes into view

And I land upon Your tropical shore.

Soothing waves wash over my battered body

The warm fingers of the sun caress my face and wavy hair

As mommy and daddy used to do when I needed comfort as a child.

Soft blue horizons silently remind me that life is linear

And continues to stretch ever forward at an unbroken pace.

The gentle breeze speaks Your name

And attests to the truth that the invisible exists.

The sound of the surf reminds me You are ever present and reliable.

As days and nights fall by me, each new sunrise quietly shouts

That the days come just one at a time – tomorrow cannot be rushed.

Surprising how I have faltered during my journey

Wondering if I would ever see land or find the pathway home.

This place is exquisite, bringing me my forgotten ways.

Peace, which has been such a stranger, visits me once again.

Standing upon Your shore, home is now in sight …

And I will make it.