Rubber Raft

Adrift in a lonely sea

carried by an orange rubber raft christened Faith

no shore and no other vessel for untold miles

only me, alone in your grace.

Carelessly, one quiet evening,

I allowed for dear Faith, a pinhole to become a tear.

Bobbing in the waves,

my crew of one, pleading for some salvation.

One night, devoid of raft and hope

a beam — encircling a great tower,

“Reason” emblazoned on it’s white-washed walls,

as I make my way toward it’s distant shore.