stormy despair;
raging, icy waters
sinking ship,
desperate cries.
"Row out!"
the captain gives in
to the malicious wind
crew members jump
into rickety wooden boats
and row, row,
trying to escape
the sharp clutches
of pounding rain,
mercilessly beating
blue lightning
and the heavy clap
of angry thunder.
"Be that an island?"
a sailor shouts over the storm
his fellow mates turn in eagerness
"Yes, that be it!"
they turn, and row, and row.
an island of hope,
an oasis of love.
saving them from the storm.
the guardian angel, high above,
blesses them all.
and sends them to
a fruitful land,
now discovered.
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