The Sailor

I saw a sailor ride through a storm once. I watched him struggle as I stood on dry land I saw him shake his fists towards the heavens and I watched the waves ripple effectively through his seed like faith as his boat swayed from side to side and I mocked him. I called him weak....spineless and yelled "Look at him! He fell apart at the sight of a few grey clouds. Where lies his so-called faIth" Then came my time to venture into the storm The waves hit harder The night seemed darker. I called out into silence for help and there came no answer. The boat swayed.. I watched my faith fade. I shook my clenched fists, I fell apart I became him.. I became the very sailor I mocked