Experiential Faith

Clouds converged in the squid ink sky

Thunder chased lightning, a second behind

Sail clothes and rope ends flap, flapped in the gale

Whilst an angry sea witch stirred her brew


The ship’s captain worried for the mast

One gust, one strike was all it took

Or else the keel would run a ground

And break the beast in two


At the prow, the first mate took a lashing

The ship her bronco, the rail, her reins

With waves like whales and rain a bucketing

The mercurial mistress would not give way


And in the cabin, our young passenger,

Having suffered these past months, a crisis of faith,

Was humbled by Nature, and her own irrelevance

And there, on the Tondelao, believed

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