Back when thy voice first sounded strong,
Came piercing through my plight,
Darkness! All was darkness!
And thou, mine only light.

Thou badest — I did answer and
I let the sail flap free.
Rope and oar forgotten,
I stepped and made towards thee.

The waves rose round my trembling tread,
My shaken, troubled way;
Tired, lost, unheeding,
Mine eyes from thee did stray.

The greedy froth about me bit;
Mine only hope a cry:
“Save me! Wilt thou save me?
Thou canst and cannot I.”

Originally posted on Legionary Brothers. | Photo by Ameen Fahmy on Unsplash