Lost At Sea

10 Apr

“We can do no great things, only small things with great love.”  ~Mother Teresa

Lost At Sea

For over twenty years
The waves of hate and fears
Have lashed at bow and stern
And made his stomach churn

The hull withstood it all
Impenetrable wall
But storm would not relent
And after years, a dent

Then followed by a crack
Waves kept up the attack
Hull now withstands no more
And in water does pour

The vessel flies apart
And no more course to chart
The mission has now changed
As sailor floats, estranged

The sea of waves do pound
And no where is there ground
There’s nothing else in sight
Except for his wet plight

Somehow he still does tread
Somehow he’s still not dead
How can one take so much?
Survive in this death clutch?

He closes eyes and breathes
While sea howls and seethes
It tightens its death grip
Just like it did his ship

His body cracks and dents
And his resolve relents
His hope starts to run out
And in rush waves of doubt

He finally gives in
And knows that he can’t win
He lowers down his guard
And his life does discard

But something splashes down
As he begins to drown
A life preserver thrown
The origin: unknown

And he could not care less
Who finally did bless
All that this sailor knows
Is that he’s in the throes

Of a watery grave
And someone chose to save
He’ll use this precious gift
To make this death tide shift

And fight another day
While waves wash him away
The small gesture does make
The sailor’s anguish break

And reinvigorates
All his resolute traits
The sea may be so vast
But somehow he does last

With so little to show
With so much pain and woe
The slightest show of aid
Revives sailor’s crusade

Somewhere he’s out there floating
While the sea is still coating
With all that it can muster
But it still fails to fluster

Because although he’s lost
His will it can’t exhaust
Because he needs so little
To change to strong from brittle

Something to dwell on
When you do feel foregone
Or see somebody who
Is right now going through

A problematic stage
If only we engage
And throw that small preserver
It could ignite their fervor

And give them the strength to
Fight on and follow through
To keep their heads above
From one small act of love



11 Responses to “Lost At Sea”

  1. ansuyo April 11, 2012 at 12:03 am #

    We do need to remember we may be the only ‘life saver’ someone will have.

    • Miro April 11, 2012 at 1:04 pm #

      Yes, many of us fail to realize how much we can empower others and how little time and effort it actually takes. It’s usually just a moment.

  2. gingerfightback April 11, 2012 at 4:36 am #

    Loved it

  3. Aspergers Girls April 11, 2012 at 12:02 pm #

    Can relate to this one. Very well done. Thank you. 🙂

    • Miro April 11, 2012 at 1:05 pm #

      Thank you kindly, glad to hear it resonated. 🙂

  4. thepoeticgoblin April 11, 2012 at 2:00 pm #

    Great work!

  5. granbee April 13, 2012 at 3:31 pm #

    Your poem does a fabulous job of telling in story the inner meanings of Mother Teresa’s quote at the head of your post here. Kudos!

  6. Sue Dreamwalker April 13, 2012 at 4:44 pm #

    When a body gives up his fight against the swell of the tide, he allows himself to float for awhile in the Sea of Tranquillity.. Sometimes the battle was never against the elements but with themselves.. I so understand this Poem…. Blessings Miro..

  7. George W Mahn III April 16, 2012 at 3:57 pm #


  8. lscotthoughts April 22, 2012 at 12:08 pm #

    It’s amazing what “one small act of love” can do…wonderful, again, Miro! xx

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