The Sailor’s Prayer

And the sand drifts,
And the moon shifts.
Oh stars where is my place?

The creek of a drifting sail,
The pain of losing my way.

And the boom rocks,
As the tide stocks.
Oh land where is thy face?

The shallow deck before me,
The tug at the spanker stay.

As the pull of the stern,
The pain does burn.
Oh hunger, thirst and grace.

The echo of an empty well,
Oh God, where is my place?

PUBLISHED IN FOLIO SPRING 2007 ED.