On the rocky shore I stand

And you a breath away;

No peaceful light upon my hand

To clear an aching way.


Cold wintry gale’s blown swiftly through

So deep and chilled the soul;

With tattered frays of evil clear

Longs so to mend it whole.


Waves once tranquil rise in steps

And shatter signs of peace;

Where from the gray full crested spray

May hope and strength release.

                   

                                                            Steve Close

                                                            2006