The Waypoint

There is an island, safe amidst
The ocean waves that toss,
And on it there is standing fast
For all the Savior's cross.

This is the lighthouse in the night,
The anchor of the soul,
The trusty compass as a guide
To miss each hidden shoal.

No matter how the tempest rage,
Though Euroclydon roar,
The cross is faithful pilotage
To life forevermore.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2023 poetry contest