You Are My Refuge Poem by Leanne Brigoli

See how high these tides are—
They want to drown me as soon as they can.
Then I remembered I was like a big man,
Floating in an ocean, finding no land.

Every line has been entangled,
And all I could see is unknown and undone.
These terrible, terrible nothings I see
Consume all my tranquility.

When every brick of my temple
Loses its grip to endure a little longer,
When every watchtower of my temple
Loses its power to fortify a little longer

Remind me of Yours,
Where every wall is made up of stones.
They withstand the raging waves.
They keep everything inside safe.