Nov. 9, 2016

The Captain

When life takes uncertain turns that pierce our spirit through
And our search for answers comes up empty with no clue
When the pains of loneliness and numbness overwhelm
Its then I seek assurance, is the captain at the helm?

Was decision made to go this way where seas are rough and drear?
Or did the storm o'er take us as I'm now so filled with fear.
Perhaps the compass gave a read uncertain and obscure
Pointing wrong direction into waters so unsure.

Or is the wind contrary as it pushes us along
Bent on destinations with no music and no song
And where's my strength when trouble comes in seas so deep and wide
Tempting to capsize my ship with not a place to hide?

And who will be my savior when the tempest o'er me rolls
Speaking words of kindness to the reaches of my soul?
I think I know the answer it is even at the door
The voice of all the ages speaking gently all the more.

There is a price to pay my child to reach the harbor fair
And tie your ship to safety's ground to feel that love and care
So when you think the storms of life depress and overwhelm
Just fix your gaze on the pilot's nest, The Captain's at the helm!

Al Carden