We take our bearings from the stars

Our soundings from the sea

Our calculations tell us

How near how far we be

How deep the depth below us

How far our port of call

Our bearings and our soundings

Define our wherewithal


But on the ocean of this life

So many voices call

The daily clamour of the news

The rise and then the fall

The portents of great trouble

The incidental fun

Confusion of conspiracies

The everlasting hum


We need to find our bearings

We need to sound the deep

We need a calm assurance

Promises to keep

Ask and seek and knock we’re told

The counsel of the Lord

Prayer at morning and at eve

Will keep us safe on board


Brian Fahy

2 March 2023

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