Hidden depths

What cross-currents tug at me,
that ride below the waves
and pull my fragile ship
from shore to shore
and back again;
what hidden depths
are fueling
this calm journey;
what deeper resonances pull
in ways I fail to understand
and lead me
through the shoals and dark
to this bright anchored buoy...
I'll tie my line to You
and ride these heaving seas
exultant, safe.


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