The words ring true
with every spin ‘round the world;
“How I love her so”
Such Psalms the vicar spake.
that the light inside rise;
a searchlight to each passing ship
in never-ceasing ocean.
Images coalesce, all I shall remember.
Pictures on the mind, visitations of the angel;
one that comes to guide my path
awaits at journey’s end. A reward
to the clean and defiant
of trial and tribulation.