On the Ocean Waves

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