"Forestalling Death"
Be I,
for saving Grace,
As almost mine ship
treacherously plummeted.
Forestalling the unnecessary
Death of one's Soul,
Closer to thee than the
breath of that sail.
Watched from above as folly
could stand.
Pain
overtaking this unsure vessel,
Carving deeper into
starboard's pride than could
possibly be imagined,
Finally relinquishing its jaws
enough to let Grace
say its own name.
So let
Light be the Crucible
and
Life be the Way.
October 2018
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©2018,
Michael Smolens