In the Tormenting Sea

An ancient mariner in the seamless sea, I am sailing solemnly for ages in the radiance of luminous sunshine, and when the testing tempest rages. On the azure swells of the rolling waves, rising sky high and falling abysmal low, my senile boat pitches, and I struggle to keep afloat, the journey is slow. The moonless night descends silently on the tossing surface of the charcoal sea, as the sky sinks in the dark horizon, nothing in the dense obscurity I can see. But to reach the yonder shore I know I have to sail long and far, lost and forlorn in the alien sea I search for the omnipresent pole star. I discover in the end the guiding beacon of the divine star hidden within me, tracing the course to the final destination, I am relentlessly trying so long to see. The wind on the sagging sail is sluggish, with its helping stream it can no longer blow, before the boat becomes motionless, to the land of promise I must go. YOU are waiting for me at the edge of my time in the eternal realm of the heavenly shore, I don’t know why even now in the tormenting sea I am for. May 30, 2021 Contest : Open Poetry 5 Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot