We are nothing but vessels on the sea,
constantly praying that a storm isn’t brewing.
But one always is-
and once the winds call the clouds to attention
and the downpour begins,
there’s nowhere to go.
We are stuck
in the middle of an empty ocean
only our hopes and prayers to protect us.
We have only a small faith
that lightning won’t strike our masts,
that we wont capsize,
that this storm will end.
But it always does-
The clouds will subside,
the sun will arise,
and a new day will appear.
We may be shaken up,
and a little dizzy,
but we survive the storms-
only to appreciate the sunny days