My Rudder

Flailing against the waves
Circling the raging sea
Beneath, mounting graves
Only to God do I plea

My hand becomes the rudder
Shaking mightily off course
This predicament I shudder
Screaming my voice hoarse

Sent on my vital mission
Not asking but I went
Crews gone by attrition
Good men heaven sent

Bobbing steadily in the foam
Not master of our universe
On the windward edge we roam
One more voyage my curse

Fear grips my inside
White knuckles all around
Nature and craft collide
Thrusting us to high ground

Men steer their own destiny
With the wits of an outlaw
Seeking the land of plenty
Navigating a mighty jigsaw


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