ON THE OCEAN WAVES

Written by: Sidney Beck

ON THE OCEAN WAVES

Ships that toss on the ocean waves have no track
To follow to lead  them home by starboard tack,
Do not float abroad by evening star, or wave and throw
Their  moorings to the lubbers ashore and below.
They wrest their pathway home from the deep
While landward the dry hills of home rest asleep.

Souls that search endlessly for salvation sure
Have no warrantied way to help them endure,
Cannot take or borrow the time to try new ways
To head  ever closer to endless halcyon days.
These poor spirits tread a narrow path of dread,
Never knowing when, but always fearing to be dead.

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Written   on  27  July  2012
Entered in  Francine Roberts's  Contest  On the Ocean Waves