Adrift
by Steve Loggins
1/12/10
Stranded in an endless sea of doubt
No sign of safety or rescue
No hope
The waters stretch to claim me
for their own
drowning
I make my struggle against
the overwhelming
flood
Without any aid of flotsam
To hold me up
despair
Alone I tread, adrift in woe
The sound of water
engulfing
No ship in sight, no rescuers
No birds so far from
land
The easy thing will be to die
To stop the struggle
sink
Beneath the waves, silence comes
The peace of death’s
embrace
Say “no!” to coward’s easy way,
swim on ‘til something
changes
There is always hope
Faith and
Love
To sustain us, though we perish
A far white shore rimmed in
gold
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