surrounded by tough,
fear trying to rule.
I sit, alone, the day darkening
both from the evening hour
and the front moving in,
lightning flashing in the distance,
a low rumble of thunder.
I have a rowboat, tied to a pier
but no one around to help me row.
Would that I had help,
wishing, praying.
Praying. I'm not alone.
I have help to set the course.
My job is to do what I can,
to trust and to row.
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