In roiling seas I’d wished I’d skirted –

harbour-seeking all perverted –

the passage to that still horizon

reels me, and my soul is siphoned

down into deep briny troughs.

But though my fears are in the buff

I’ll hunker in the hull of this coracle

and trust it’s buoyant beams arborical.

Inspired by a talk by Adrian Plass, delivered with his usual wisdom and compassion. I am now in a safe harbour, but I remember well the scary voyages I’ve been flung out on. I am now grateful for having experienced what it is to be in a small boat in big seas, and for learning to trust the steersman.

For those still out on choppy waters, know that there are harbour lights shining out for you.