..... poetry .....



"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.

   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 
   Life be the Way. 


October 2018



©2018, Michael Smolens