Navigate the ocean of the blue world
Listen to the beliefs of all peoples held
Stand fast and strong before the mast
As the cold wind is whipped and prayed to last
Up and down on the beating wings
As you think of what the morning brings
The sun will penetrate its golden rays
And upon the ocean we pray our safety stays
For who charts the course for mortal folk
When we constantly strain against the yolk
For travellers are we on the restless sea
When we pray and think what will be will be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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