A star lights the ocean around us,
Its glory shines clear in the east,
And we point the prow perfectly toward it,
With a hope – no, the promise – of Peace.
We have weathered the wind and the dangers,
The tempests, and long nights of fear,
Now, the ship slows – to take up a pilot,
For the coast and a roadstead are near.
He knows every wave on the coastline,
And commands where they tumble and roll,
His strong hands are the helmsman’s companion:
Have no fear of a storm or a shoal!
This haven to which we are heading:
Two points to the starboard and lee,
Is a course that the star shows our Pilot
As they bring us home, safe, from the sea.
Christmas, 2009 AD
Steve Myers
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