Concerning the harbor, I see grace.
It’s a weary path we trod and an unforgiving sea we travel.
The cliffs can jag and jut and steal.
The wind can tear and push and pummel.
Oh, harbor in you I see grace.
The ties of rope do little but rather the strong pier holds the vessel still.
The twine ratchets you to a secure haven and are you still?
It may be that you are at rest.
Ship, I know not your past nor your future.
I cannot tell you the waves or the wind you will see.
But know this my dear ship, the harbor is for thee.