There is shelter amidst the squall
Away from the wild seas and tempests blown from the East
A grip strong enough to hold a ship together, that was barely holding herself
How could harbours be as strong as they have?
How do these harbours stand in the days of late?
How would they fare?
Do they carry on with such strength and resilience as they’ve come to be known for?
Or do they tremble in the eye of the storm?
And what glorious storms they must have been
To shake the unshakeable
Thoughts are like winds that carry
And collected in these sails
May this ship go forth
Be it at another harbour or be it at the open sea
May she find a place of rest and peace