God's Calm Lee

Finally, finally the storm’s calming lee, All that remains is a monotonous sea. My body moves to its rise and fall, As my mind still fights yesterday's squall. Against the waves my ship rode tall. Against the ocean’s forbidden wall. It tore the planks and shredded her sail. It bent the mast and left her frail. My boat no longer the weather's slave, It feathered down to her watery grave. From the horizon, is that heaven's call, or a flash of lighting and another squall? Comforted by lullaby of lapping sound, I pray to hope that my body's found. Do the clouds deliver another biblical glow, Or is it lightning's last retreating blow? I must cede to the light's calling pleasure And join my ship as unmarked treasure.