Shelter
As the storm clouds roll in
on the darkest of skies,
and windiest of days-
don't shield me from this awesome sight
or turn and run away.
Stay with me through the storm
with its electric flashes,
and roaring clatter-
don't take control of the ships helm
or guide me from the weather.
For I have come this far
on the deepest of seas,
and most turbulent spills-
have faith in me to find the way
the journey is my thrill.
It's not shelter from the storm I seek,
rather deliverance from a life too bleak!
Copyright © Deborah Nunn | Year Posted 2007
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