Shelter in the Storm

When the noise of the world
pours in like floodwater,
you steady me--
a quiet hand on the wheel
when I am certain the ship is sinking.

I lean into you,
and in that leaning find
that collapse is not failure,
it is trust--
the kind only love makes possible.

Even as everything cracks,
you don’t flinch.
You give me a place to rest
that is more than walls and roof:
you, unshaken,
remind me I’m still worth holding.