Safe Harbour

There I was

Out in the bay

There I was

With nothing to say

Out there

On the water

Out there

A son or daughter

Bobbing there

On the surface

Waiting for

Someone to notice

Then, there

Toward land

I saw a place

I could stand

God’s wind

Then ushered me there

Breath withheld

There I stare

Coming closer

Hope rises within

Sense the harbour

God in skin

Approach it now

Feeling stronger

Feeling real

Alone no longer

Pulling up

Aside to friends

This is where

Fear ends

Safe harbour is where we go to receive a berth away from the storm-tossed seas of life.  It’s where we return when had enough.  It’s there we go when a trustworthy comfort is sought.  And on rare enough occasions, it’s a group of people.

We go to a safe harbour when we need it, yet, as a friend suggested recently, it’s our opportunity to BE safe harbour.  Where someone could hitch the mooring lines to our bollard, and that in being adjacent to one another protection would be afforded with no risk of harm.

Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash