The Anchor and the Light By: Jim Gandolf

The Anchor and the Light

Poem 

By: Jim Gandolf 

©️03182026

The world could shift beneath my feet,

The sky turn grey and cold,

But in the crowd, a steady heart—

A story yet untold.

You never asked for reasons why,

Or where the road might bend;

You simply stood within the storm,

The definition of a friend.

When shadows grew and whispers rose,

And others turned away,

You were the quiet, constant force

That promised you would stay.

No matter what the season brought,

The triumphs or the fears,

Your loyalty was written in

The laughter and the tears.

It’s heavy now, this silence left,

A weight within my chest,

To see the one who stood so tall

Finally laid to rest.

But even though the trail has ended,

And we must walk apart,

The gold of your devotion remains

Anointed on my heart.

So rest now, in the quiet light,

Your faithful work is done;

You were the shadow in my heat,

And in my cold, the sun. 

Jim Gandolf 

I lost a friend in the last few weeks. 

This hurt my heart, strongly. 

He will be missed by myself and his friends.

The Echo of Haste By: Jim Gandolf

The Echo of Haste

Poem 

By Jim Gandolf 

©️03022026

The tongue is a spark in a field of dry grass,

Waiting for whispers and shadows to pass.

But the one who is hurried, who breathes out a gale,

Is a ship with no rudder and too much in sail.

We pity the fool in his wandering maze,

Lost in the thicket of ignorant ways.

Yet even for him, there’s a glimmer of light,

A chance to be led from the edge of the night.

But the man who is reckless, who speaks before thought,

In the web of his vanity quickly is caught.

His words are like arrows shot blind in the air;

They land where they will, leaving wounds everywhere.

To pause is a power, to silence, a grace,

To look at the truth with a steadying face.

For the heart that is quiet has wisdom to spare,

While the mouth that is hasty builds castles of air.

Better to wait for the storm to subside

Than to drown in the rush of a pride-driven tide.

For hope is a seed that in stillness will grow,

While the hasty reap only the seeds that they throw. 

Jim Gandolf 

I graduated high school at Northwest high school in Indianapolis, Indiana in 1984 with some of my best friends of my life!

I went to three years high school in Port Washington, Wisconsin at Port Washington high school, I did not know that many people but the people I didn’t make friends with at that school we’re completely awesome. I had a group of people, though that were extreme bullies and often I would read the Bible, and I came across this verse in proverbs. 

Proverbs 29:20 

So I wrote a poem about this Bible verse. 

Thank you for reading.