I searched for safety from the storm,
but not one harbor sheltered me.
No bells were tolled to sound alarm -
no rescue parties heard my plea.

A ship adrift without a star
that I might chart a course for home,
I buffeted against a sea
whose waves conspired I be alone.

As resignation to defeat
began to take its ghastly hold,
I knelt to utter one last prayer
to place myself within faith's fold.

With every word the winds grew still --
each wave caressed me with support,
and I who had been lost at sea
was carried home, God's peace my port.