
Darkness swirls through my waking dreams, fears and irrationalities
But the comforting pat from a mother’s hand in the night to calm me
Huge waves threaten to force me back to shore
But the strong arms of a father lifts me up and over them all, into the glory of the ocean
Fears of being alone and unloved rise up
But the constant embrace of love from a husband’s arms reminds me over again otherwise
Unknown futures and fears of illness and pain lurk
But The Father, the Holy of Holies, the Prince of Peace shelters, calms, saves, gives hope
Protected and Safe
c 2020 Lisa Lyons