The Vessel of Life - a Poem
"The Vessel of Life"
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.
© coffeegginmyrice August 13.2012