Harbor Prayer

Upon the dock at eventide The setting sun is at my side I gaze across the harbor calm The cries of seagulls like a psalm My spirits brim with sea and sand As feelings I don’t understand Like sea foam, set my soul adrift Yet not a single sand grain sift On golden waters, memory floats In rafts of otters, buoys, boats And reflections of this day and year As the end of both draws near I breathe a sigh of salty air And bow my head in silent prayer To ask that I, like this harbor calm Find peace and strength to carry on.