Of Small Boats

My boat is small,
not made for open seas or storms,
not made for long journeys and uncertain seas,
but

it is not frail, this boat,
and if storms are it’s lot,
it will hold together
through fears and terrors
of waters powerful and far, far stronger
than you dreamed possible.
It will hold together

and you will hold on,
and trust the craftsman on whose craft
you cling,
for while the journey is new to you,
this small boat
has seen worse, and still sails.

About this poem

We all need something to cling to at times. God. Someone we love. Friends. Something or someone.

Tom