Poems by Rose

The Shipwright’s Gift

 

The meandering vessel drifted

In an ocean of endless possibilities,

Winds had her thrown and twisted,

A maiden voyage out of the Philippines

Landed her in the midst of hostilities.

 

Two and a half decades forgotten 

When she felt the Shipwright’s hands—

For her a steadfast rudder was begotten 

And set her course by unseen plans,

Toward quiet, waiting sands.

 

She answered softly to each tide,

A smaller will beneath her hand,

Where once the wilder currents vied,

She turned her gently, sure and grand,

And found her course not hers, but planned.

 

 

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