Lost

It was cold and dark, the wind howled, the owl hooted.

I searched for a place to sleep on the cold Tongan island.

In the distance, people were cooking a pig, but on another island.

Too tired to swim, I just wanted to collapse.

My back ached, but I had Jesus — Jesus and hope.

I reached the water's edge, built a fire, a small hut, and slept.

At dawn, a woman’s voice woke me— she offered food, and then I saw her.

My strength, my power, my Mum.