Bette Bavington Poet Villanelle

Let My Anchor Hold

I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord 
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For being a sailor isn't as easy as one would think.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
From ending up a ground in a heap.
Thanks to instruments I pay attention to my vessel 
Isn't likely to sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
For I am way out here where the water is deep.
Anything can happen in a wink or a blink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
As I watch the dolphins leap
I am in their water which isn't rinky dink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold as I lay my head down to sleep
I need to make a living cause life isn't cheap.
Believe me when I say life is to short for me to 
Make a mistake so coffee, tea, and water are all
I drink.
My Lord takes care of me in my keep
Safe from ships that pass me in the night as the fog 
In does creep
I set my coffee mug on the counter-sink.
I heard old weather beaten sea Captains say Lord
Let my anchor hold As I lay my head down to sleep
My Lord takes care of me in my keep.

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Sara Kendrick October 14, 2019 at 9:04 AM Enjoyed reading your work. I would think that most Captains of ships would not be an atheist during a storm but it is good to know that some or maybe many are true believers in the God above. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara Bette Bavington October 14, 2019 at 12:14 PM I am mighty thankful after what I saw them pushing.

Jessica Renee Dawson October 9, 2019 at 9:57 PM And enjoyable read! Bette Bavington October 14, 2019 at 9:26 AM Thank you. I am glad you liked it.