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I was in need of the harbor—
the calm just beyond the breakwater,
a refuge.
Yes, the worst of the storm had passed,
And yet the waves threatened still,
pushed on from somewhere far off shore.
I could hold on. I knew this
in my heart.
But the safe approach must be soon
… and close.
So, I prayed once more.
And then I saw—what was it?
A point of light?
Small at first, but there…
I saw it.
Through the dark and windspray, it showed me: home.
The embrace of Love, patient, waiting, open…
And all came quiet now.
I held fast to the promise of this beaconed shelter—
by the grace of God—
and the fear let go, the pain lifted.
Peace, comfort, even joy broke through.
Healed.
—William E. Moody
