The Raging Sea: An Original Poem

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Since I've been helping at VBS this week, I haven't had time to prepare the post I'd been wanting to post. VBS has been great though. I am helping with the 1st graders and there are around 45 of them! I praise God that so many little kids get to learn about the love of God and Jesus' sacrifice for them, but it is tiring.

Instead of afore said desired post, prepare yourself for a poem I wrote a while ago. It is definitely tragic (though not gory) so read at your own risk. (:

The sea, she crashéd by the shore,

And dashed along the land.

The birds, their singing songs no more,

Flew, mourning in the wind.

The clouds, they gathered, dark and thick,

The lightning lashéd fey.

The rain at last was looséd slick,

And dashed upon the quay.

Upon the land, so all alone,

In darkness, thick and grim,

Among the tumbled heaps of stone,

A tombstone in the wind.

The date was true, one hundred years,

And wind, the brutal same,

That drove the ship upon the piers,

Thus ne’er from sea she came.

When gold was found and mountains felled,

And treasures rumored vast,

The maiden’s lantern high was held,         

T’was there she sought a mast.

The crashing waves, the storms at sea,

The shaking ocean floor,

The days were up, by twelve and three,

For him to come ashore.

Her light did flicker in the rain,

And all was dark at sea,

She sunk her gaze, was all in vain,

Then ho! A light at sea!

She swung the light, her voice was heard

To call the ship to port.

To light the beacon, was she spurred,

The night and dark to thwart.

Her efforts true, the light was seen,

The gasping ship was turned.

For through the rain, the blazing sheen,

Of rocks and maelstroms warned.

She sailéd on, her strength was weak,

The sails and flags were torn,

The planks were warped, the rigging creaked

And all the men were worn.

Before the looming rocks were found,

Her course was hard to port.

And then she ran, and ran aground,

The weakened ocean fort.

Then dark did fly and night did flee,

She blew, her cargo lost.

And all was floating on the sea,

For wave to wave, it tossed.

The jewels were lost, the treasure sunk,

And fire danced on gold.

The coins did run from broken trunk,

And spilléd from the hold.

The maid, her heart and soul did quail,

While sailors thrashed the sea,

Their wounds were red, their faces pale,

And fast, their souls were freed.

Then fell she down, and there she cried,

Her dreams they fell apart,

She saw that ship before she died,

And then it broke her heart.

Alas, then came her sailor love,

T’was crawling through the surf,

He’d come through wreck into the cove,

And reached the briney turf.

Then up and up the cliffs he climbed

Above the evil beach

For though t’was hurt and blood-begrimed,

He went, his love to reach.

But when the soaring peak he came

He found her cold as stone.

Her face was white, the very same,

As white and dusty bone.

So there, he put her to her rest

Beside, a lonesome tree

And there he felt, he’d broke her trust,

The day he’d picked the sea.

Then down beside her did he lie,

His soul compelled him rest,

The pain too much—he could not cry,

His heart then joined her rest.

A century past, this night upon,

No beacon, ship or tree.

The sailor and his love were gone,

Alone, the raging sea.

What did you think? In my defense, I listen to a lot of folk music and ballads where such tragic tales are a common occurrence.

Lemme know how you liked my poem in the comments. Thanks for reading!!