Storm raging

Seeking shelter from the storm
for calmer waters.
drop the anchor, stow the sails
and wait; wait for light and the day.

Holding there against the swell
of wind and waves and rain,
time and again for the rage to pass
to set the sails again.

But anchors drag and fail sometimes,
wetted steel, pulling against tide and time
to hold against a twined line of life
is sometimes folly.

When Thor and Jupiter find voice and seek
control of your destiny,
when waiting for the end to come
is to bow and to surrender.

To acquiesce is to give them sway,
and tho tragedy may come,
scream at the wind! Spit at the waves!
Curse the darkness and hang on.

For the anchor cares not what course you take
it knows not what you choose.
So cut it loose and set the sail
hang on!
Point into the wind! Fight it tooth and nail!

Let the sea spray sting and the cold wind chill,
for the life you hold’s your own.
Let the risk bring life and the waves a thrill
as you seize the moment.

If this is to be the endless night,
then let it know your rage
Dig deep and find the inner light
and write upon that page
a log that for eternity will laud in eulogy;
a life well lived unto the last
when you shall be made free.