I lurk to tread troubled waters,
Across earth’s reality.
On traced wheels of ventured
Men, lost in faded glory.
My eyes print upon the strand,
And sway, entranced in their vexing
Motions, as She hauls her prey:
Frozen preserves of timely wrath,
Into Her broken depths,
That gather darkness
From wood and flesh;
Petrified, neath Her swollen fists.
She lusts the breath of sailing ships
Still some far away.
I marvel how many have lost their way
Adrift Her supple skin,
Like doves of derailed direction,
Taken by a drunken wind.
Seduced by Her wispy motions
And spun along sea-web to deceive;
They disregard the Son’s counsel.