The Storm

Standing on this rocky shore
I see the ocean crash and roar
the waves come thund’ring from the sea
their raging voices lash at me.

The fierce winds howl
the waves crash down
smashing white
against the ground.

O’er fog and mist and whirling sea,
there is a light that beckons me.
a silent beacon in the night,
comfort against the sea’s great fight.

Peacefully blinking
just out of reach,
but gently giving
contented peace.


   
              1999