My Anchor Poem by Gerald Opio

My Anchor

In a world so vast,
With seas and oceans,
Copious races of people,
From different walks of life.

As I long for a confidant,
A friend so affable,
To share with my challenges,
And troubles of this life.

When my eyes look around,
I see a people untrustworthy,
Malevolent and sly,
Ready to laugh off at my troubles.

Ad seratium, my intuition tells me,
To look up in the sky,
Close my eyes,
And call upon my creater

He who resides on high,
Willing to listen without judging,
Upholding my spirit when I grow weary,
Drawing me nigh to his boundless grace.

He is my anchor,
The one I grip on,
When life sucks me dry of any miniscule joy,
He is my reason to live.

For my heart shall rejoice,
And praise the Lord who refuels my spirit,
Exalting his name forever and ever,
As his goodness knows no bounds.

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