My Longings

On a chilly, desolate winter night When cold blasts sweep past me How I long for a warm resting place As the nestlings have beneath their mother’s wings Till the Sun from the East triumphantly springs Lighting the day and heating the air O n the forking paths, solitary as I stand Unable to decide which path I should take How I wish a guide could come my way To tell me which leads to which and what I should do And aid me opt for the better of the two That never shall I bemoan my choice thereon When violent gales shake and rock the sea And waters rise to heavens high How I long to be aboard a sturdy ship With a captain steering his vessel without a slip Till we alight a harbour to resume our trip After the storm is calmed and the waves subside! If by mischance, cast on a dreary coast Cut off from life’s accustomed haunts Surrounded by sights breeding monstrous fears With no means to reach back the familiar lands Send me from High Heavens the grace to bear Every trial with resilience, without losing hope!