Ithaca

Dark waters lapping at my hull,
And I have no control
Over the depths beneath
Over the sea beasts
That lurk in my dreams
And I creak at the seams
My timber shivers
Against the weight that delivers
This vessel homeward.

I’m using temporary measures,
Carnal pleasures
Tourniquets of vice
To numb these nights
But I’m waiting for the God of the sea
To arrive in storm, to rescue me
I’m tethered to this ship,
But there is One whose grip
Directs this helm heavenward.

Water and wind
Slashing again
At my weathered face,
But this journey of grace
Has an inevitable harbor
Let the wind blow harder,
Let the breakers break me
They cannot shake me

From my course.

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