Tossed and battered by stormy seas,
I lost all hope of ever seeing the light
And finding shelter.
Life is full of surprises but few like the one
I have found at the least expected time.
We never wake up with hope, for hope is
A friend we lost in the fire.
Hope are ashes from which the phoenix
Of faith rises to grant our desire to be
We Dream of days when we find our
Lucas in the turmoil and darkness
Of our existence.
I am lunging towards my Lee out of the blizzard
And I can see a glimmer of Lucas
Through the torrents of hurt, self worthlessness
And the desire to be wanted just as I am.
You are the touch of warm comfort
When my fears creep up and try to steal
You are the voice that I long to hear before
I sleep and the moment I wake.
When you are near, I know that
I am safe and nothing can touch me.
You exude strength of character and
Evoke the absence of fear whenever I am
Your body houses a beautiful soul
And your eyes are windows to your
Gentle spirit that I want to soar with
And never let go if I can help it.
For I know that Lucas means “Light”
And Lee means “Sheltered from the storm”
Be My Light And My Shelter From The Storm.
Frank Malaba © 2009