Deal With The Storm Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ship it rocks, a wild dance free,
The storm it howls, a scary glee.
But here inside, a quiet space,
A moment found, in time and place.

I hold the rail, a steady grip,
The waves crash hard, upon the ship.
But breath I take, and let it go,
A calm so deep, the heart can know.

The bunk it tips, a restless bed,
The storm's lullaby plays overhead.
But I close my eyes, and drift away,
To dream of calm, another day.

For soon the watch, will call my name,
To fight the waves, and play the game.
But strength I find, in bumpy rest,
To face the storm, and do my best.

The sea may rage, the wind may roar,
But peace within, forevermore.
A sailor's heart, an old learned art,
To find the calm, and a brand new start.

T.M.Solvang