Poetry

There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It's mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity 
 
This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
had a proud history but it wasn't always full of smooth sailing
 
They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen  world
 
They had battled their way through many storm by their faith in their Creator
He  through his holy Spirit  He gave them the strength  of nerves of steel
He place a burning will to fight to over come their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out
He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with it's darkness 
 
They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves
They fault against  pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands
to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule
 
There came a time this nation that was like a  beautiful tall sailing ship
became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty they had acquired
They decided to mutiny against the Creator
In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island
 
The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity
to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity 
when they were on their way
they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans
and threw them overboard
 
They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters
They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open it's mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread
 
The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness  and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their
 sails
the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus 
 
The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner  
For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel
To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them
To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness
 
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters 
But they didn't have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters
 
They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.
 
 
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship
Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator  and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds
 
To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm
 
To confess and repent from their muteness ways
To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail  their ship once again under His banner 
 By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world 
 
 
Written by Stephen J.Vattimo
August 10,2015