The wooden boat tossed and turned,
Waves crashing as the winds changed,
Threatening up from down,
Yet the small vessel’s heading held steady,
As the man laid side by side with Jesus,
Embracing in their sleep, peacefully,
Knowing God’s hand’s on the helm.

Be well,
Monty

Good to see you writing poetry again!!
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I love the colors in of the boat and sky and sea and the theme of the poem. I’m so grateful God’s hands are on the helm!
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Thanks so much 🙏
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