Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Ship

A solitary ship,
Tossing, turning,
Sailing on the sea of sorrow,
Blown about, like a leaf,
For it has no anchor.
But suddenly the clouds depart,
Slowly dissolve,
And the sunlight shines through
To guide the vessel home.

A solitary soul,
Full of despair, distressed,
Tossed on the ocean of desolation,
Like the craft
Without an anchor.
But suddenly the despair
Slowly dissolves,
And the blessed Sonlight shines through
To guide the wayward vessel home.

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