a wish

The tiny boat tossed about in a rough sea,
this is how is see some peoples lives at this time.
They tire in a storm that does not seem to stop.
They fear,
rightfully so,
 for if the storm does not abate,
they might drown.

They seek a harbor to shelter them from this storm,
but there are some that do not shelter.
There are others that have hidden rocks and
 there are but very few, where shelter may be found.

This life is a storm
and for all those in the midst of trouble,
I wish for you safe harbor,
one without hidden rocks,
one that does not deceive,
where you might find rest/