THEY WAIT

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THEY WAIT

With bowed heads they wait for just a sound,

The sea to bring the men aground.

Late of storms and winds of stress,

Gives these folk no peace or rest.

Bring home the men of this periled night,

And end the wait and cease the fright.

By rigging and mast, by lanyard’s knot,

Protect their sails and secure their lot.

Bring home the men from water’s chilled,

To hearth and fire and tankards filled.

Let not the deep, this cargo take,

Nor steal their souls in blacken wake.

Bring home the men to wives that wait,

And mothers praying for blessed fate.

God’s own judgment, let them live,

And once again, bless the sea to forgive.

CHARLIE

Comments (5)

Vivid words paint a vivid picture. Thank you for sharing.
- 11/9/2011 4:54 PM
- feyenigma
I hopped over from Tamy’s (wildwoman). I was intrigued by your profile picture. It looks like a self portrait. Is it? I am guessing that it is, and that you are an artist… partly confirmed by your post above? Lovely poem and painting.
- 11/9/2011 5:03 PM
- JstNotherDay
Wonderful and Ty for sharing this prayer for those out at sea.
- 11/9/2011 5:07 PM
- Grannys_Place
@JstNotherDay -

I do paint a good deal……..but you force me to be honest in that it’s my daughter who painted my portrait in her senior year at USF.
- 11/9/2011 9:14 PM
- UncCharlie
@UncCharlie - It’s very nice. I’m not an art expert but I am impressed.
- 11/9/2011 9:38 PM
- JstNotherDay