Harbour

When you’ve crossed the stormy waters
Come, walk a-shore
Bring your sons and bring your daughters
Wander no more

     And our door is always open
     And our hearth is always warm
     When you need a place to shelter
     We’re a harbour in the storm

There’ll be time for rest and sleeping
Come, walk a-shore
There’ll be space for peace and healing
Wander no more

For in days of lesser fortune
Come, walk a-shore
We may need a door to open
Wander no more


Anna Tabbush, 2020