The Vessel of Life - a Poem

It’s but ordinary, each morning I awake

Of needle-sharp beams threading through

Dusty, worn palm walls’ multiple openings;

Dreamy, I stare across the barren crooked table

Warm, inviting, but no leftovers to spare

My dry wrinkled feet have to go, I solely declare.

I face and kneel before the window

I pray to God, His generous compassion

As I am ready to sail out to the sea

The life of a poor- my child, my vessel and me;

I carry no doubts that God will traverse

But grant little wishes; little mouths to nurse.

Cradled afloat my survival boat into tranquility

One parent’s hope, a hearty charity

Suddenly, salty waters smelled like bouquet

I looked up, smiled to God for this day;

Into the thick darkness I made my dive

I see it’s a garden, a harvest for life.

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© coffeegginmyrice August 13.2012