The Beautiful Lotuses
She spoke a Tale of Her yougth abot
a man and woman who wished to marry
they sought refuse at a camp. There the
deacons and nuns feed the hungry and
performed the task of marrage. They had
traveled mere miles to be there: there
they would trade there Torquise for the
things they needed. While there they married
and honeymooned. They then would
travel back to where they were
orignally from. The trip would be by frigget
the woman feared a storm would come along
or a great sea creature would swallow them whole.
To calm there fears a man sat down with them
and ask them to help him write a song in there
honor:one he would keep as a keepsake until the time
he would travel to the same area where the
newly weds were going. They sat down a wrote these words.
At points I ponder
the roaring sea
to speak of how
I honor thee
oh God guide
these Seafearing men
when in doubt
please take there hand
guide my steps oh God jehovah
calm the shores
and raging seas
reassure our doubts
and strenghten us from fearing
what what we can't see
Thou wilted orchids
lift they voice
to repraise
thy kings and lords
might we dry by
the raging sun
to sleep at night
till: ah new day's begun
Might the billows
guide our way
for us to
speak these glorious days
the silvermoon
to light the night
the romances of lovers
clear bright nights
we should dock
on the shore
to be on land
and fear no more
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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