Like a beacon in fog on the sea
When I've drifted for days in a storm
It reaches out and pulls me in
And I'm suddenly dry and warm

It happens in the least of times
No trigger appears to be there
Bringing a morning cup to my lips
It catches me unaware

Like a dip on a carnival wheel
The blood in my veins seems to fall
Then I rise above the dusty ground
Amazed by the view of it all

Out of body, out of fettered mind
I am filled with peace, I am whole
It's as if the broken vessel is shed
For a moment alone with the soul

It's as if I've been handed a gift
A glimpse of what is to be...
To help me go a few more miles
Adrift in a storm on the sea

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/12/2021 02:40AM by UPMarty.

Very nice, Mary. I really like this one, especially the fourth stanza.

Les

Thanks, Les. I think it was Joe and Peter who encouraged a poem on the subject and although I'm not sure I did it justice, the nudge was very much appreciated.

Mary