adamdaniel

The Raging Sea

Out towards infinity,
The sea in boundless rage,
The darkness of divinity,
That none would e’er assuage.

The men at sea as spectres,
Caught in hell’s prodigious tub,
Heaven’s mad defectors,
Damned forever (here’s the rub).

The briny wash for limbo,
With the sullied heavens mute,
Oars and arms akimbo,
And the wind rush for a flute.

Hark ye men! The raging sea,
The storm that never ends,
Mute of godly ministry,
As on and on it wends.

Cower neath the blustering,
The spittle and the rain,
Cleave together, clustering,
To stay the wretched pain.

Spy the swallows on thy wrists,
The tattoos of good hope,
Though the vessel baulks and twists,
We’ll tug the mainsail rope.

What will soon become of us?
We’ll never know for sure,
Sounding like a blunderbuss,
The thunder we deplore.

Clouds our very captors,
In a doming welkin gaol,
Lost in hellish chapters,
As our fortune we bewail.

Haul away and heave away!
We’ll perish if we must,
Onward till the close of day,
In God alone we trust.

ADL