The morning’s truth may hide itself
From ideas that you truly feel
But truth is more than what is felt
And faith unveils the now concealed
The waves will take us further now
The wind is harnessed and pulls us on
A path through this sea we cannot know
But this blind will lead us home
So believe we will, in the face of fear
We’ll grip these ropes so undeterred
We know not when we’ll make “there” “here”
But this we know for we have heard:
“Rest, my child. Believe and wait.
I’ve given you hope, and I will not fail.
Your hand I have, so this step now take,
For you are Mine, and all is well.”
I wrote this poem for my wife on her college graduation day.