A metaphorical journey down turbulent waters |
The Raft by Barefoot Bob On a soft and sunny Summer ‘aft a raft and it’s waters were wed set adrift from motherland blind to dangers ahead A sturdy craft, it seemed one only a devil could sink or tear The current of love tugged easily then beckoned by illusion’s stare But a giant slept around the bend The vessel was soon to know a malevolent river horror show, an avalanche of jaded snow Too late for thoughts to fly ashore on innocent sliver wings Too late to grasp the leaning roots which weeping families bring Too late to wonder who’s to blame The river or the raft for unleashing malignant tides ‘neath serenity’s shady mask A scream to sour the pristine breath of God’s unspoken word came tumbling from a monstrous mouth till peace could not be heard A dream of love forever smooth of trust forever pledged awakened, then, in icy spray— ensnared on nature’s edge Engulfed in seething foamy rage and dared by leering rocks the fragile raft veered away, veered away, to mock a hazardous clock Enduring the ram of time the sickening howl of NOW! The fearless raft stood there stead fast and held a steady bow But then, at last, this journey’s end was heralded in the breeze from limpid pools and wiser rules by which the heart could please The raft drifts now and smiles— in spite of rapids further on— Resting with assured new strength to challenge a moody dawn |