Calm Waters

Wearing despair's dark mantle, bowed in grief,

I sailed rebellious waters; on my head,

The ashes of my dreams. I craved relief

From sorrow's cross. My son--my all--was dead.

The octopus of war had barrened me--

The joy of watching children's children grow

Was ever lost. Within Gethsemane

The darkness fringed with silver; through the glow

There came the Master's timeless lyric, "Peace!"

With Him I walked calm waters of release.