"Why is it...
...when stormy seas toss me about,
I call on You, with distressed shout?
I do not pray when things are cool,
but call on You when out of fuel.
"Decisions, mine. I'm on my own,
don't do Your will, I sail alone.
And so at times I miss Your docks
and run my ship up on the rocks.
"When seas are choppy, I'm annoyed,
but when it's calm, it is enjoyed.
That's why, when seas are peaceful, still,
I do my own, and not Your will.
"But bilge is full of water now.
I don't know why. I don't know how.
The pump is on but it's behind.
Another fix, I cannot find.
My best was just not good enough!
My sins now make my life so rough.
And now I'm lost! I'm going down,
through dark abyss, deserve to drown!
"I can't let go. Loosen my grip!
Pilot my hopes, my needs, my ship!
You are my breath, my life, my all.
On You, Lord, I'll forever call.
"It's full of leaks and on the brink!
Please intercede! Don't let me sink!
Lord, take the helm! I do believe!
Please stay aboard and never leave!
"We now sail peacefully. It's grand!
I pray all you ships will understand.
When Him, you finally call upon,
you'll safely too, be sailing on!"
This poem won second place for the July 2021 poetry contest