"Which way is up"
curling up in the bottom of my boat
staying dry as best I can
to drift through another moonless night
bereft of bearings
only a scattering of seemingly disjointed stars...
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep...
Tucking torn and tattered wings in tight
I close my eyes against this night
the swell and the sway,
of The Everlasting Arms...
"Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th'encircling gloom
Lead Thou me on
The night is dark and I am far from Home
Lead Thou me on"
~John Henry Newman 1833