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