Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry

At the Helm  by Dori Bushee 

I'm at the helm
all alone at sea
waves crashing down
and surrounding me.

The storm surges on
blowing me off course
as I try to hang on
against the force.

Lightning strikes
as the sky turns black
while Mother Nature
continues her attack.

The angry sky
sends torrents of rain
relentlessly falling
adding to my strain.

Then all at once
it starts to get light
and finally I believe
I'll get through the night.

The morning dawns
and it is calm again at sea
and I am not alone
for my GOD is next to me.

He led me all the way
tho' I didn't know He was there
but He said He heard me call
in my very desperate prayer.

When we are lost
with no direction in sight
perhaps it is really then
that we finally see the light...


© Dori-The-Dreamer 2002
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