Ancient Journals.

You have anchored me.

You have taken my wandering boat without compass or direction.

You anchored me despite my imperfections.

Ravaged by sea, corroded by waves, torn away from the security of shore.

It was you who cast the anchor overboard.

 For this I give praise- for this I celebrate.

For my wandering soul, full force ahead towards destruction and starvation,

has been rallied and set to a calm.

Peace falls on these still waters. 

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