Ships On The Ocean

We’re sailing ships, on the ocean of life;
in search of the heavenly shore;
a paradise, devoid of conflict and strife;
and the treasures it has in store.

There is no map, to guide our path;
we’ve been told, simply, to seek;
infused with love, to heal God’s wrath;
for His garden is very unique.

We’re sailing blind; no shore is in sight;
while storms pop up, without reason;
sailing calm seas, is the sailor’s delight;
but, this world has a stormy season.

This ocean has no safe harbor in store;
waves keep pounding, fore and aft;
the coming darkness conceals the shore;
our sailing ship; reduced to a raft.

The sailing ship is a metaphor of life;
negotiating life’s angry sea;
enduring all waves of sorrows and strife;
reducing all physical, to mindless debris.

None of us is the Master of our fate;
too weak and flawed to be in control;
but, we all set sail towards Eden’s gate;
for that’s the safe harbor of the soul

Still, we persist in life’s voyage of discovery;
for such is, without doubt, God’s will;
praying, without ceasing, for our recovery;
and God’s words: “Peace be still!”

Monty 9/26/22. # 1,297