Waves roll and beat upon the shore like life
Is rough upon the soul and boats are tossed
In ruthless storms. How withering is strife:
So bold and binding, hence my heart is lost
Among those waves and hope seems far away.
Though when a lighthouse--distantly--I see
What stands to show me happiness: a ray
That pierces through the clouds and strengthens me.
The storm is cleared and truth I find within
Myself: that life without the laughter rends
All vital to oblivion. The din--
While those rushing waves I hear now soothe--ends
My fear. And though some times I must endure,
I'm blessed with joy, such heavenly grandeur!

Sherilyn