A raft to drift upon,

When the storm rages on.

A shelter through the thunder’s might,

A beacon glowing in the night.

The first warm rays of dawning sun,

After a winter when hope seemed none.

A gentle balm for a heart that’s bruised,

A strength restored where pain was fused.

The warmth of a fire when the cold bites deep,

A whisper of calm where fears may sleep.

The power to rise when the world pulls down,

A smile that mends even the darkest frown.

The reason to exist when all feels lost,

A guiding light, no matter what the cost.

The thread that ties the heart to hope,

The anchor thrown so we can cope.

This is love, a quiet embrace,

A force that time cannot erase.

A raft to drift upon, steadfast and true,

Carrying the soul to skies of blue.