In my daily wallow
You throw the window wide
Winter leaves are hollow
Their stems shall be my guide

You are in-determined
Yet your spinnaker’s unfurled
Wind blows sleet, you move fleet
Towards the belly the world

Take heart, please concede
This is all we need to be
A foreigner on a wild wind’s tide
This love shall be our guide

Jonah’s in his valley
When he hears the frightful phrase
Son you’re bound for Nineveh
To preach your final days

His exit boat was shaking
He knew he was not free
He told the other sailors, you must
Throw me to the sea

Take heart…

He turned his body inward
His bitterness relieved
He sang a cry to Abraham
And his body was received

And lonely on his mountain
He watched the withering vine
Sayin’ winter leaves are hollow
Their stems shall my my guide

Take heart…