A Search for Unity

A ship blowing helplessly
In winds of fortune, winds of fate.
Wavering tremulously,
Love one moment, then hate.

Trapped in boundless solitude
Where no anchor can be cast.
No meaning seems apparent,
And impotence seems vast.

Yet beneath the wind and wave
In movements secret, unobserved,
The course is steered,
The calling heard.

The veil one day will vanish,
Her illusive cover blown.
The sea, its awesome workings
Revealed, will then be known.