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My life a voyage
my body, its ship,
a fortress designed to keep
all unwanted elements
from penetrating its
meticulously-crafted walls
steadily cutting through
the crystalline sea it calls
home
nary a storm to test its solid hull
gently lapping waves caressing its bow
sunshine warming its deck
the ease and sameness of each sail
lulling the strong steady vessel
into ignorant complacency
automatic pilot
failing to heed the warning signs
of the insidiously brewing storm
the ship blindly sails onward
gale forces escalate and pummel the
solidly constructed ship
plank by plank, sweeping the ship into
the deep and ferocious sea
this was not home
my soul, its lone survivor
stripped of its protective armor, fully exposed to the
cold and cruel elements
waves passing harshly over it like some
wickedly-conceived parade
on the crests, endless empty horizon
in the troughs, endless darkness
my rapidly sinking soul straining
to stay afloat amid the tumult
home was very far away
suddenly and unexpectedly buoyant, as if God, Himself,
became my life preserver,
my soul floats effortlessly to the shore
solid ground to steady my weariness
fertile soul to nourish my sin-sick soul
shelter from the raging storm
truly home, my journey begins anew.
C.Lynn Ferguson
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