Surfing The Swells Of A Salient Serendipitous Sea

Seconds of fortune’s riptide rushes over mariner thoughts
if only we could sail this tide in life without sharks nearby.
Find a course through the swells without such curling risks,
but in the midst of our passage we must hold on still the same.

For though that voyage begets its tempest press upon the heart
and tosses the senses into turmoil amid each direction taken,
still we find peace in any gale as long as we see the shore
of the place we call our home that stretches in our heart.

What compass it imbues through any waters we must journey
if our heart is ever anchored at that beach where love calls
so we don’t lose the hope or stability inside the yields
a sense of confidence and calm in any stormy sequence.

Oh have I been taken on those dire cruises at times
where the elements of nature came in their rage
my soul nearly drowning in all the fury that visited,
yet I held onto the steering wheel of what I cherished.

Now is always the time within our conscious
where our mind’s eye is focused on that beach
that we stood in the hours of stillness and security,
preserving the abiding faith to find them again.

It gives us the hope to brace against any threat
find within ourselves the truth of what gives us meaning
then ride it like a ship against what drowns our dreams
because we keep the compass of faith as our pilot and point.