What mammoth creature down below
Has
been disturbed and stirred to movement,
Making
her waters, once calm and serene,
An
angry mass of a restless sea?
God
help us all if she breaches the surface.
Heaven
forbid we should look on her face,
Her
Medusa curse turning flesh into stone
In
the micro-instant before we can flee.
Youthful
exuberance might have survived it,
But
that was ages and eons ago.
No
longer the Captain or even the mate,
Merely
a passenger caught in the fray.
Seeking
safe harbor at journey's end,
Wanting
no part of the battle ensuing,
Turning
from harm and seeking a Navy,
I
close my eyes and humbly pray.
God,
give me strength to weather the battle.
See
me before you in bended knees.
Help
me to yield to your unbridled wisdom
As
I ride the crest of your restless seas.
No comments:
Post a Comment