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We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails.
~Author Unknown~
THE HAND OF DELIVERANCE
These barren shores, and jagged cliffs, have stood a million years
The waves have smashed, as the eons passed, and cried their salty tears
A seamist rises in the morn, to hide a ghostly sea
The stage is set, its the same plot, that replays endlessly
Along the shore, a woman walks,and looks out towards the waves
She sees the ship that holds the man she'll love until the grave
She waits so very patiently for it to sail to shore
Because she knows, when anchors drop, her vigil is no more
But as she waits the sky turns back, the wind begins to wail
Now lightening strikes upon the ship, and fire burns the sails
No warning of the storm to come, as waves engulf the ship
This voyage planned, and now most damned, inauspicious trip
She holds her breath and says a prayer and begs our Lord divine
To spare the ship, and save her man, and calm the mad coastline
The wind calms down, sun shines through, and clouds begin to lift
The woman falls, down on her knees, to thank God for this gift
She runs into her sailors arms, as he comes from the sea
The storm was short, and incomplete, but none the less deadly
The fury of the storm was spent, as quickly as it came
Our rescues here so close at hand, if you call our Lord's name.
Anita
6/1/01
This is one of my ALL TIME favorite paintings (actually I have lots) and I wrote this poem for the painting.
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Jack
This is beauty at it's highest. Love the idea and the message in this. HE indeed is never far when we need Him. Love you for this! You know.... The first part is what exactly was going through my mind when I was in Norway. It was so painfully beautiful. The man thing and all. My ship wrecked...lol... no one was sabed...lol! THIS was AWESOME!
Thanking you,
Teresa
An excellent poem......*impressed*
ty, Dani
~Joseph
S
thank you steve
~Chrissie
Art and verses are masterful.
Beautiful.
pax
;)
Lady P~