Blue day talks and asks of ship & beckons man to enter it.
to set afloat and sail the seas and take a challenge from defeat
but as boat sails and storms occur, the old man whispers, with God confers,
“What do i do? How do i survive? How the hell do i escape this hardship alive?”
& God replied and laughed and thought, considered this & then he taught
“Life’s storms are many, each day you’ll die, but life’s adventure is the reason why
you’ll find yourself in oceans blue, freezing, crying & quite scared too.”
Man looked up from shoreline rocks and shivered twice, as coldness knocked
“God, you gave me peace, you gave me land, throughout today you lent a hand,
so why when fear engulfed me whole, did you destroy my strength and soul?
You made me break, my ship collapsed, i cried out in horror & pained relapse.
Why send me back to hated times, that i repose in horrid rhymes?
Dear God, your ocean waves crashed down & wrecked my face in frightened frowns
Why I ask? Why despise? What purpose broken with blackened skies?”
“You see,” said God, who sat beside, “the reason that i made you cry
was just to check your progress made, to see you fight outside your cave,
to see that you have grown somewhat, & that sea or Black Dog leads you not
into fatal flight or hidden fright, and make you know that of tonight
a new year starts and adventures begin, that you will suffer, but that you will win
I’ll throw wolves and cliffs and biting kids, just to make you know that you should live
a life unknown, but not of fear, that you should enjoy the darkness
& the clear.”
(c) Ed Simkins