Sailing through words
as I sojourn the night;
I navigate this life by rhyme;
never by sight.
Whether their cargo be colossal,
or whimsically light,
each word begs to describe
my ever-changing plight.
Though, inconsolable words rage
with the rushing of time,
I, mercifully, slow down their speed,
as these rhythmic waves depict,
yet, another rhyme!
“The LORD will fight for you, and you shall be still.”