By:- Stephen Fuller (S Francis)
I
God,
What are you doing
to me?
Like Job in a storm,
You stripped my ship of ballast
Now I must learn to swim.
Learn to swim?
But, I knew the strokes
Needed to survive.
You changed the sea,
I am oil
slipping.
What is next?
Do I act
Or react?
II
God, if you please,
Give my smile
Laughter.
Tonight,
What else
Do I have?
I am shipless
As the tide
Crawls to the moon.
III
The night passes
And folds itself
Into day.
Today, I swim,
Guide me to the
Treasure of love.
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