THE. RAGING SEA

Standing on the deck of my tiny ship
With salt water spraying in my face
I watched the sun take its daily dip
Ending a day of saving grace
Gently the ship rocks to and fro
With every increasing ocean swell
While the engines rumble down below
Driving us to an uncertain hell
Suddenly the atm and sky did darken
And the swells increased in size
The call of the sea we did harken
As we watched the storm materialize
We knew were in for the fight of our lives
Against a powerful and formable foe
But to the occasion we must rise
To save our very beans and souls
Our tiny ship bucked and pitched
As we plowed horn crest to crest
The weary crew grumbled and bitched
And our hearts filled our breasts
We demanded of the spirits of the abyss
To deliver us from this watery grave
But the gods shook their angry fists
The hapless ship was but for us to save
Tears of fear filled every eye
As we cursed the gods of the briny deep
None aboard wanted to die
But to a man we refused to weep
The wind blew and the rain fell
And the violent sea raged on
With gigantic waves straight from hell
But we were determined to make it home
We fought on throughout the night
Determined to keep our ship afloat
But the angry sea showed its might
Making our survival extremely remote
When it became clear that the raging sea
Was about to take our floundering ship
The crew dropped down on bended knee
And begged the gods to loosen their grip
Suddenly there was the break of dawn
And the tempestuous sea took a rest
Like from a mighty gaping yawn
Our tiny ship broke the final crest
We rejoiced in GODS loving kindness
For delivering us from the raging sea
But our rejoicing is rooted in blindness
For the RAGING SEA will always be
 

Clifford L. Barnard

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