An anchor in the Open Sky
a vow that even I could take!
Nothing happens way up high
whether anchors hold or break
Down here she fears that she will die
The sky is closed for Heaven's sake
Your Openness, a nightmare's lie
Hell, a lover on the make
Heaven, then, a promissory note
Her stormy soul, adrift and anchorless
wet and windy, is condemned to float
a fickle Father's drifting anchoress
But when she needs an anchor now
Lord of Sky and Earth! You are her Vow
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