Can a buoy abide?

Fixed to hazards that depths do hide. 

In drought and tempest called to guide.

Placed by wisdom and those that cried.

Mercy's tensile cuts the ocean wide.

Resting in the anchor, tossed and dancing in the tide.

A sentinel for singing. Never drowning never dry.

- B.Oaks

Our work is to sing and dance for the mercies that sustain us.