The waters of my soul churn and swirl,
From the depths, ideas and thoughts arise,
Crashing against the breaker they hurl,
Slamming down with striving cries.
High above waves tower and furl
Reaching past and blocking the skies
No clear view within the whirl
Choices, decisions, and endless why’s.
Encircling waves still twist and twirl
Yet, above the churning tries
Shines the lighthouse like a pearl
He is the hope we hold and prize.
By Dan Shipton
Deep Treks 