Saturday, July 11, 2015
little boat
like the boat
and the water
I tip and sway
re-course and wave
swell and stay
like the boat
on the water
I leave the shore
behold no more life's surety
venture out on the water
hold fast my sails
to true things hail
as best
as best I
can
then drop them.
Fail.
little boat, big water
big world, small heart;
when the storm rolls in
my little eyes dart
skyward
downward
Oh fright! How Deep!
"I don't swim!" I cry,
I won't live! Not me.
Despairing, and wearing a hole
through the row I am pacing inside
my little life's boat, I fret
and I tumble
and watch every crest,
with fear! anger! terror! rising up
in my chest.
this water's too deep
so i drop to the floor
can't hear that whisp
at my little life's door.
can't hear that wave
take a breath and retreat.
can't feel a hand
plant my sea-sickened feet
to the floorboards.
now the ocean's roar has subsided;
that feet-planter's hand
did come alongside, did
mend the sails, did calm the sea,
and me, and did point
this vessel homeward.
Another go
in a boat
on through life
big like water
I leave the shore
behold no more
life's surety
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Verse 3 = permission to hope. Thanks.
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