Shelter

3/1/24

A soldier beaten down by winds
Was buffeted with rain
The weariness in all his limbs
Cried out in desperate pain

The storm raged on without relent
As day gave way to night
The darkness into which he went
Sent cold with bitter bite

The shelter of a Friend he found
Amid the storm outside
The warmth of welcome, peaceful sound
At last he could abide 

With strength regained, now cleansed and dry
The soldier once again
Embarked on journeys far and high
Till reaching happy end