From this lonesome craft I see

tunnel light but not of distant shore

is it pouring in or out? (unknown to me)

but I onward row and truth implore

Darkened cloudy haze surrounding

as I uncertain dig the oars

into dark waters deeply

towards that light which sets my course

through unsteady waters fearfully I row

as serpent clouds enfold me in their clutch

constricting with my every heave and ho

as if to bar me from the truth to touch

Come hither light, my strength is spent

Even on the tide of reason I made no gain

through sweat and blood and many tears

I find myself alone again

come bathe me in your beauty bright

and pierce me with your sharpened ray

and fill my heart and soul with light

and wake me from my rest to row another day

Steve Hodgin 

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Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28

The Old Powell Bridge

It is but a bridge left standing

with stories many, left untold

Though it may squeak, it can not speak

this edifice of old

Wrought of iron and seasoned oak

to stand the tests of storm and rain

It leads to places near and far

but for now I shall remain

To listen to the quiet sounds 

the echoes of the years gone by

and hear the whispers of the wind

as truss and girders sigh

Steve Hodgin

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Sitting on a boulder in the gorge.

Watching water leap and dance and spray

Then dive beneath the rocks

As it flows away

Wishing love had been less fleeting

As I watch the gushing stream

Shielded from the world about

Within my sleepless dream