[Written for the Sentinel]

Alone with God

Alone , alone, upon the boundless sea,Tossed by the waves and driven by the wind—A voice from out the darkness comes to me:But look to God, and comfort you shall find.

Alone, alone, amidst the dreary wasteOf sandy desert, having lost the way—A still, small voice declares: No need for haste,The path is plain, look up and see the day.

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