SHIP WITH NO RUDDER

A ship that's bound on voyage long
Must capably be guided...
The rudder serves to hold the course
Following the route provided.

It must be comforting for those at sea
To know they have a ship and captain
With sure hands on sturdy rudder
Holding course relentlessly.
Through raging storms, 'round maelstrom deep
They fear no malaise or jeopardy--
Securely, peacefully they sleep.

If he likens his life to voyage long
As his entity, a ship at sea--
He finds at once there is something wrong--
Feelings of no direction, wandering aimlessly.

Would that somewhere, somehow he'll soon be seeing
A path, a route to follow ahead--
What is sorely needed--a reason for being--
A warm, safe part to lay his head.

With help from one who can be his rudder,
And with nurturing and caring--
Give direction with words unsaid.