Heaven’s Hand
Seaspray splashed on sun brown skin,
Below the soaring sun,
A yacht in salty offshore foam,
In haste and deftly spun,
A captain in a brilliant bay,
A brave Pacific straight,
Dark grey hunters lurking low,
Aroused by heady bait,
Wherefore my passage out of this?
Wherefore my sure egress?
If I should topple overboard,
Or falter under stress?
Looking up to angels high,
Above the cloaking clouds,
Towards the sun of God’s own mind,
That highest heaven shrouds,
The captain sent a beacon cry;
Provide me with your help!
That I should steer my vessel clear,
And not die in the kelp,
I know your angels, set on watch,
Will help a straggler striving,
If prayers are sent, as true as darts,
To God without contriving,
He thrust the tiller to the left,
And wheeled to starboard curving,
Climbing up the lurching wave,
Away from peril swerving,
He kept his wits in perfect calm,
Despite the outward bluster,
Steering through three waves of blue,
Alight in azure lustre,
I feel the fine assurance now,
Of heaven’s mighty hand,
Bringing me through screaming sea,
And home again to land!
He spied the tide in rapid flow,
A rush with spinning bubbles,
Helping him to duly win,
Emergence from his troubles,
The sand a surefire prospect now,
Approaching in the haze,
Deliverance secure by Jove,
From Java’s shark strewn bays.
AD Lovkis, 28/05/25
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