When spiritual storms
Strike unexpectedly
In my unsuspecting life,
With the wind thrashing,
And the waves crashing,
Splashing the saltwater of
Fear coldly on my face,
I go to wake up the Master,
Who is sleeping in the stern,
He asks with a smile on his lips,
“Why are you terrified?”
He startles me with reason,
And gently awaits my faith,
Speaking His Holy Word,
He suddenly brandishes
The Sword of the Spirit,
Which, like a Lighthouse,
Shines red and white
With His ineffable Divine Mercy --
Now my eyes can finally see
The Light in the dark night.