The stormy sea

 I had a dream you were alive.

I saw pictures of you in my mind, like an old photo rolodex.

Flipping through, you were smiling, cigar in hand...various pics with people I did not recognize.

You were happy.

We found ourselves on a small sailboat in a vast ocean, trying to get to you.

But the sea became so stormy and pushed us back to our known shore.  A person on shore is telling us "It's not time, you can't see him yet."

I saw the happy pictures again in my mind.

I know what it all meant but I am saddened and angry at the same time because I want comfort for our sons.

Why won't comfort come?

Why.

♫♫♫

The anchor holds
Though the ship is battered
The anchor holds
Though the sails are torn

I have fallen on my knees
As I faced the raging seas
The anchor holds
In spite of the storm






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