life's unraveling

Sometimes life feels like unraveling
threads pulled and frayed
                                               exactly woven
plans spinning out of our hands

control merely an illusion
which soon careens into chaos
we are helpless to navigate

relentless waves of life’s struggles
pounding and roaring
                                        and all our
little boats capsized in the swells

hoping our harbors will provide
safety
            calm
                      instead we are broken
by the thundering
                                 pounding surf

yet under the heaviest loads
the fabric of Shalom holds fast
woven by the Master craftsman 

driven by a skillful Helmsman
I am coasting into home port
through channels of irenic love

held in His everlasting arms
I hang on past promises and
comfort still to come 
                                      hold me now

Liz McFadzean