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
