By Andrew R. Duckworth
I prayed to God
For wind to hit the sails,
Knowing full well
There were beasts I’d yet to slay.
But I set course far from land
With my reflection in the sea,
When the storm clouds gathered.
A tempest had come my way.
It drew rips in the canvas
And threw me to the deep
And in the belly of the water
For three days I would stay.
And when I prayed for God’s hand,
He sent me back to the dry land.