Buoy,
I could use some marker for a guide.
Buoy,
I could use God's hand to gently pilot
And help me stay on course
Buoy,
I could enjoy the feeling of weightlessness
The sea salt does provide.
Buoy,
Life is an ocean so vast and wide.
Buoy,
I shall seek your marker through quiet
Murmured lips of arent prayer.
photo and poem by Pauline
copyright 2006
3 comments:
Bouy = Holy Spirit!
I think about the lobster fishermen on the Atlantic when I see this. I don't eat lobster myself. I think about the poor little creature being boiled alive. I am sure they feel the pain.
What a tender heart, Bill. I used to worry about that as well. Then I learned to place the lobster for a minute into the freezer. This has a numbing affect, like novocaine at the dentist office. They feel nothing :)
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