Saved At Sea (In Memoriam Stanza)

Sitting in mother-nature’s womb, Adrift it's the third of three days; I think it’s the end of my days, And this sea is to be my tomb. My beautiful ship is long gone, My captain and men are all dead; Why didn’t I heed what the news said? Why am I alive; me, ‘the one’? Tom who’s dead has a wife and son: Now at the tender age of three; He’s fatherless because of me. Good God, what is this I've undone? Rightfully, the sea beats on me; Yet, my soul refuses to drown; Forced, the sea rolls toward sundown Whilst I wished it'd take my body. Faintly I can see the sunrise, Approach on the slipped horizon; I live, which is not suprisin’; As rapture hides in its disguise. She is saving me from death’s harms; Days passed, - I’m not eaten by sharks? ! -; Shaken, to live: my all embarks, The sea keeps me safe in her arms. She continues to provide and give; And keeps me through turbulent waves, A ship comes on this sea of graves, And the tides imply I shall live. Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis