A Haven From The Sea Poem by John Taylor

He was tied to the wheel,
The sailor had no choice.
A storm was approaching,
Already drowning all voice.

Waves crashing; wind on the rise,
Sails down and lashed to their mast.
As the sailor steers to shore,
A light begins to slide past.

Hatteras Island is growing near,
The lighthouse light is seen.
Too late to steer the ship away,
Waters swirl, rough and green.

A sudden jolt shakes the bow,
Cracking sounds reach their ear.
Each brave sailor-one and all
Fear they’ll lose a life held dear.

Rocky shores welcome the ship,
Knocking at the wooden keel,
Harder and louder the sounds
That can be felt through the wheel.

Suddenly it’s over—they’re safe,
A cove, a haven from the sea.
Captain and crew rejoice,
And praise God in the lee.