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verse 79 of Aksharamanamalai Sri Bhagavan writes, “Guard me less I flounder storm-tossed like a ship without a helmsman, O Arunachala!” The following poem, written by Dennis on Jan. 1, 1978, is also the plea of the wearied individual soul in a battered vessel, who seeks to cross the turbulent ocean of samsara and longs for refuge in the safe harbor of the Lord.

Where is Thy port, O Lord?
This ship is tattered, sailing long, rudder wavering,
Tossing wearily over the sea.

Where is Thy port, O Lord?
Mast bending, sails withered from unending storms, passionate storms.
Provisions scanty! Keel broken!

Sink or save this ship, O Lord!
Beams splitting on all sides.
To wind and waves, this ship is lost.
Sink it quickly, or save it now, O Lord!

Where is Thy port, O Lord?
Where silent waters welcome, hold firm this longing anchor.
Where tempests cease, waters sleep,
    and all is peace; no ripple, no wind.

Oh... where is thy port, O Soul?