Do Not Grieve For Me Poem by David McLansky

Do not grieve for me, the tempest tossed,
Like others in their barks against the storm,
Though meager is my gain against the loss,
And fruitless is the progress I’ve performed;
My sails and lines are snapped and flapping free,
My main mast cracked, my rudder split and bound,
My boat engulfed by waves in battering seas,
And windward I am blown across the sound.
As long as clouds keep streaming from the North;
As long as winks the lights upon the land,
I’ll never drift from my encompassed course
Nor deviate my chart as has been planned;
For such is the constancy of your devotion,
Rough seas thwart not my steady leeward motion.