Shepherd me,Â
resplendent shelterer,Â
to where storms stay dormant or locked away.
Shield me as you do
from the sinister
the morose
and mostly the mundane.
Soothe me, balm in relief,
second-hand salve,
on which,Â
like a potion simmering on a cauldron on embers,
I have come to rely.Â
