As of the moment
You surely know how
our hands feel powerless,
as if we sailed too far
from our familiar land,
stuck amidst the blue
vast sea of uncertainty
we are not sure how
deep, how long will this
salted wilderness be.
An anchor weighs heavy
yet can keep ships steady
amidst a brutal shore.
You’re mine and more.
Here are my palms lifted
as far as one can reach,
open our ears, our hearts for
the lessons You want to teach.
—
A Reading Writer 
I especially liked the last two lines. We don’t want to miss any of those lessons.
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i agree. but sometimes we learn and forget. our memories, quite fleeting.
Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful lines. So good to be back 🙂
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oh, hello there, Heena! happy to see you here. how have you been? 🙂
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This is stark and honest supplication. A need for help is given, especially while in “salted wilderness.” But there is also an offer of openness to be receptive to what might be sent: “Here are my palms lifted, . . .” Hopefully, the “anchor” will hold in just the right way. Certainly, I’d call this prayer, sister.
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definitely, brother. you surely read and felt the poem. thank you so much and stay blessed!
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