Lost At Sea
written by: Shekinah Blessy Madanu
I am where I dread to be-
Dead water of blue surrounding me;
My mast is broken, my sail torn,
And I have no helping hand to mend;
My only anchor is blunt it seems
And I see waves gushing like the wind,
Smooth at first, keeping a sailor at peace,
Then growing and roaring all the way
Like a monstrous beast;
My people are far behind,
Their prayers reaching heavens
Like birds at flight;
Many lands are far ahead,
Resting in silence to be claimed and known;
But here I am where I dread to be-
Dead water of blue surrounding me.
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