Lost In The Hurricane Poem by Barry Middleton

I'm lost within the hurricane
the wind is howling all around
the waters are no longer still
but roar to mock the wolfen sound

I'm lost at sea in nightmare fear
the ship is pitching to and fro
at any moment it may crash
beyond salvation's ebb and flow

on rocky crags we run aground
although the raging storm must blow
the clef rock trail reveals a vale
and shelter that the gods bestow

and entering those restless woods
I know this is the master plan
the blessing of eternity
at least for one old rambling man

finally the wind subsides
the rougarou of howling fears
is banished from the garden path
now guarded by an angel's tears

she reaches out her hand to me
and then I recognize her face
my guardian was always there
my rescue from this wretched place

I turn a see the ship go down
and others stumble to the shore
I bid them on to Eden's glen
we're lost in hurricanes no more

and it may be this vision quest
is mute and blind with fantasy
but I will find my garden spot
so if you would just come with me

and we may walk into that glen
or lie beneath its verdant sod
but either way it still is true
that we will find our only god