A Ship Called Life

I was recklessly sailing the ship called life;
its winds tossed me, to and fro;
my shipmates constantly caused me strife;
I felt there was no place to go.

I was not the captain; or even the first mate;
I was a writer with no sense of direction;
I was not at peace; in such a reckless state;
I was in the midst of life’s insurrection.

Thundering waves constantly carried us on;
lacking even the sight of dry lands;
I begged the Master; these winds be gone;
all was totally in God’s hands.

Tired of writing; I laid down my quill;
there was nothing else I could do;
a Thought whispered, “Peace be still”
and the seas became calm and new.

The winds shifted; the ocean was still;
devoid of the sight of a wave;
all of a sudden; I picked up my quill;
suddenly thinking of the grave.

Such power on earth; I had not conceived;
true peace; at my beck and call;
all of it, available once I truly believed;
compliments of the Lord of All.

Winds are the force guiding destiny;
by them, all seas are driven;
each of us; have a purpose to be;
by it; we are forgiven.

Monty 8/7/24. # 2,259