TO BUTCH
He stayed but briefly
On
this wretched sea
Of life.
And set a course
That
ever drew his craft
Into the gales.
But once the course was set
He
could not seem
To bring the bark
about.
Though valiantly
He
fought the tiller
And the sails.
What then shall be
The
fate of this
Poor sailor lad?
Have wind and wave
At
last prevailed
O Master of the
Sea?
Not so! For once he bade me
Come
into that struggling
Craft with him.
And there I stayed
Until
he reached the port
With Me.
David
Morsey
(January 23, 1975)