Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Unconventional

Christened at the port,
                     the gleaming new ship stood at the dock, awaiting its destiny.

            Wholly different
      The dock wondered of the ship's fate...

The ship pitched its sails and filled with the Spirit of God.


The bay was not merciful

Lashing and Crashing was the way

But as the waves crashed upon the ship, so were the waves quelled.

As the ship stayed its course, so did the bay, in time, take heed.

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