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