Damned if I didn't love her
Even more than I loved
My own hands, and she hadn't
So much as exchanged
A word with me about the weather,
The sea, sailing, snoozing,
And sudden tailwind in calm.
But I've forgiven her
For her going to the bottom
After force-eight gale;
I've forgiven her
For her escaping from my life
In the best of the water rats
'Cause I'm a ghost of Sea-Dog now
To sail back and forth freestyle.
We love to equate our boats with feminine nature because they are so fickle in a wind and hard to control. In this case, you have given her a just requiem.
It's amazing how we get tenderly attached to certain things, in this case, an old boat, who doesn't say "a word, . . . the sea, sailing, snoozing, and sudden tailwind in calm. Well done.
A guide and challenge to Christians who want to live a life of true discipleship. It explains why worship is fundamental and how a life of true worship transforms one to Christ-likeness.
The world calls us to improve and promote ourselves. Is this
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Love ya!
Jane
poignant quality
well said
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Ron