To Carry Me Home Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In the middle of the storm
you were a beacon,
calling me onward

A lighthouse reaching out
into the fog,
giving me hope

When seas were rough
and days long,
you kept my tiller straight

Setting my course anew
toward a promised harbor,
just beyond the waves

With salvation waiting
past the rocky shoals,
and dangerous seas

I hoist every sail
against your heavenly wind,
—to carry me home

(For Ed Hudak: July 3rd,2013)