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Tossed on the Wide Seas
“Life is like a ship tossed on the high sea
To journey amidst sunshine and wild waves.” - By author.
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Tossed on the Wide Seas
Sailing along in midst of the wide seas
With our boat swamped with water to the knees
Hurled by woeful winter winds on a reef
Our crew immersed in an ocean of grief
Knowing not to sail in which direction
The sun close to set in the horizon
The wayward wilful waves rocking our boat
We`re tasked with keeping our vessel afloat.
Shuddering with raving ripples of fear
I ponder on which way our boat to steer
At the nearest port to land for repairs
And seek some needed help and focused care,
But no clues flow to my terrified mind
Within narrow bounds my eyesight confined
With darkness creeping in with the twilight
And still not perceptible the moon`s light.
I close my eyes and ears to the surround
Delve deep down myself, with no outer sound
To disturb the fragile seams of my ears,
And suppress all weltering waves of fear;
Soon a soft voice whispers in my rapt ears,
A voice that is to me so clear and dear:
“Follow the moon that in half hour will rise,
You will be greeted with welcome surprise.”
The skipper first treats my words as sheer fraud
But salutes it with a slim cheerless nod
When I stress I ever have bursting trust
And what my inner voice told me was just,
Not a fake engineered with counterfeit
But a whisper replete with divine faith
As we sail along the voyage of life
And face the rash ripples of daily strife.
With the moon rising on the horizon
We sail eastward as in a procession
Trailing its path, illumined by its light
That tears asunder darkness of the night,
In midst of whirling winds and wilful waves
Pulling up our spirit and being brave
For two hours when shines to our heedful eyes
The distant sight of land flanking the sky.
The face of voyagers flares up with cheers~
Shedding away in the ocean their fears
To me they express their obligation
For freeing them from likely submersion;
“Gratitude you need offer to the Lord
Without Him to breathe we cannot afford
Words of the inner self from Him do glow,”
Are the final keywords from me to flow.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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