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“Life is like a ship tossed on the high sea 
To journey amidst sunshine and wild waves.” - By author.
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                                      Tossed on the Wide Seas

                              Sailing along in midst of the wide seas
                        With our boat swamped with water to the knees
                              Hurled by woeful winter winds on a reef 
                               Our crew immersed in an ocean of grief
                                 Knowing not to sail in which direction
                                   The sun close to set in the horizon
                            The wayward wilful waves rocking our boat
                           We`re tasked with keeping our vessel afloat.

                                Shuddering with raving ripples of fear
                              I ponder on which way our boat to steer
                                At the nearest port to land for repairs
                          And seek some needed help and focused care,
                                But no clues flow to my terrified mind
                            Within narrow bounds my eyesight confined
                             With darkness creeping in with the twilight
                              And still not perceptible the moon`s light.

                              I close my eyes and ears to the surround
                           Delve deep down myself, with no outer sound
                               To disturb the fragile seams of my ears,
                              And suppress all weltering waves of fear;
                             Soon a soft voice whispers in my rapt ears,
                                A voice that is to me so clear and dear:
                             “Follow the moon that in half hour will rise,
                              You will be greeted with welcome surprise.”

                          The skipper first treats my words as sheer fraud
                                 But salutes it with a slim cheerless nod
                               When I stress I ever have bursting trust
                              And what my inner voice told me was just,
                                 Not a fake engineered with counterfeit
                                  But a whisper replete with divine faith
                                     As we sail along the voyage of life
                                 And face the rash ripples of daily strife.

                                   With the moon rising on the horizon
                                    We sail eastward as in a procession
                                   Trailing its path, illumined by its light
                                That tears asunder darkness of the night,
                               In midst of whirling winds and wilful waves
                                    Pulling up our spirit and being brave
                             For two hours when shines to our heedful eyes
                                  The distant sight of land flanking the sky.

                               The face of voyagers flares up with cheers~
                                  Shedding away in the ocean their fears
                                     To me they express their obligation
                                 For freeing them from likely submersion;
                                   “Gratitude you need offer to the Lord
                                Without Him to breathe we cannot afford
                                Words of the inner self from Him do glow,”
                                  Are the final keywords from me to flow.
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