The Ship of Life

Across the shore awaits a boat
Though seas are rough, it’s still
afloat

Raise the sails, held up by mast
Forget the troubles of distant
past

As wave crash down upon the deck
Steady the boat; not quite a
wreck

Tend the mast, and fix the scratch
light the lantern with one last
match

The storm will end, pull anchor
and rope.

look up to see the stars of hope.

~Jessica M. Balcom~