The Journey Poem by Bernard Franklin

The sea of solace lays calm and bare,
now there’s time on the shore to stand still and stare.
The winds of deep pain are all cut up and torn,
they’re asleep at long last, exhausted and worn’

All harm and deep hurt are wrapped up in silk,
protected and warm, like a dear mother’s milk.
The strength of pure love can have then no bounds,
as its roller coaster road goes around and around.

The power of our love, is our justified hope,
it helps to protect, to care and to cope.
Through the journey of life we steer and we guide,
at the end is the truth, and from god we can’t hide.