Dark clouds hide the sun as they gather,
The ship is tossed about by the sea in anger.
Its purpose in life to take travelers across,
to ensure passengers are not at sea lost.
It weathers the storm and comes to shore,
without any fanfare or any lost store.
The ship represents the individual soul,
the sea is the life that impedes our goal.
The tossing waves and the dangerous storm,
are life's difficulties that forever form.
The purpose of the soul is to move on,
learning the lessons taught by the storm.
Ultimately the destination will be reached,
with us travels our guiding angel indeed.
To rest the soul will find a space,
Return or move on to a higher place.
renukakkar 15.7.2017
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