In the late 60's a hurricane threatened Carteret County. Just before it was suppose to hit I ventured out on the Sportsman's Fishing Pier (Atlantic Beach). While standing there, God gave me a poem. The night was like pitch, the wind was howling, the pier was shuddering as the waves pulled at its underside and crashed against it's pilings. The only lights were the white caps reflecting the lights reaching out from the shore.
Staring out at the deep dark sea,
Arouses thoughts that challenge me,
To shove my Bark through the crashing waves,
And reach a land that my spirit craves.
In spite of dark and tossing brine,
And chills that grip this mortal spine,
My soul cries out for that waiting shore,
Where wind and wave offend no more.
Though darkness and the strength of hell,
Are bound up in each rising swell,
My chart and compass point above,
I'm steered and powered by perfect love.
