The Boat

Bobbing up and down
Adrift without a sail
Amid the stormy sea
A boat tries to float

Somewhere beyond the haze
Where the sea meets the sky
Lies home and warm hearth
But hope is slipping by

The storm gathers strength
Wind and water, its violent allies
Scheming against the battered boat
Thrashing it off its chosen path

It heaves, it creaks
As it's lost under a wave
But then it strives and rises again
Leaving behind bits of wood

Slowly it grows lighter
In its strife with the storm
Little does it know
It's swirling toward the Eye

Beyond and beneath
Lies Hell's fiery flames
Hope, fluttering and broken
Yet bravely keeping it aloft

Its fate is not known
Once gay, twice forlorn
But then isn't it so for those
Who set sail on life's spinning storm