The Restless Sea

Adventurous mariners have sailed the seas for centuries past. Their fortunes, their very lives upon God's mercies were cast. Alone and miniscule upon the vast expanses of the sea, God's protection from the raging waves was their fervent plea. The shrieking winds roil the seas into billowing waves, That have, alas, doomed many souls to watery graves. There to await Gabriel's beckoning, triumphal call, And shed the tattered remnants of their sepulchral pall. When stormy seas make reaching port seem so slim, Even the most courageous crew will put their trust in Him. With His steadfast hands upon the wheel, overseeing navigation, From the perils of the sea, He will be their sole salvation. Ah, to view a glorious sunset on an occasional sea serene. Only the Master Artist can depict such a splendid scene! But with the merest breeze the whitecaps begin to form. Could this be the precursor of another dreadful storm? 'Tis truly awe-inspiring hearing the rolling breakers roar, As they rush from afar, battering the tranquil shore. Tho' foolish man endeavors to control things by decree, Only He Who rules over all, can calm the restless sea! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)