The sea of life with its stormy weather,

It’s not easy to keep it together.

To brace against the unfair odds,

To free the mind from unholy gods.

Yet behind the storms, the sun does shine.

Guide the tiller, look for the sign.

Happy seas are up ahead.

The storms do pass, the sage has said.

When you arrive at those happy seas,

Take the time to feel the breeze.

Savour the waves, the Sun on its chase.

The light casting shadows like intricate lace.

The storm has passed, until the next.

Guide the tiller, tend the decks.


© The Secret Poetess, January 2017.