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,
Disappear;
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,
Disappears;
And the blessed Sonlight shines through
To guide the wayward vessel home.

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