"Called Home"

She walked into a quiet room
She treads down a dangerous path
She danced on the beach
The waves
crashing, crashing , crashing
She could hear them pound at night hard against the sea wall
She lay awake
The loud sounds of the sea removed all peace and quiet
Then there was nothing
She tossed in her sleep like waves when they break upon the shore
The sand so soft
She fears the tide at night
The power of the waves
Suddenly there is a knock at the door
She is hesitant to answer
Who could it be she asks herself
And there stands the Lord
Humble , faithful , rightouesness
He has come to take her home.

Poem by Lauren Sneddon.