Lost At Sea
Since losing my pilot
To a far off shore
I’m like a sailing ship at sea,
Depending on the wind
To carry me
To distant lands
And unexplored shores.
If the winds do not prevail
There is nothing
To fill my sail
The oceans tides
Will guide my ride
Without my pilot
Beside my side.
Not an optional way,
You will agree,
To be tossed about
By an angry sea.
I’m at the mercy of the tide.
This will be a bumpy ride.
Sending me anywhere it wills.
God will be my guiding light
To release my from
This unusual plight
Leading me to my pilot’s site.
Tom Fenning
Monday, May 10, 2004
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I enjoyed the poem. I particularly liked the beginning lines. Cheers…
Thank you. I am so pleased that I found a poetry site where folks can post and have such nice persons as yourself read and comment.
Is this one of your poems Anna? Oh my dear BFF I need to change the name on mine if it is the same!!!
No Holly this is Tom’s poem.
What is BFF?