The wind blows hard against the sail
as the bellow of the jib sail pulls
my boat across the ocean,
Neptune’s power showing full.
The sailing ship’s commander
calls the sailor to the struggle,
Wind seeker’s hands pull hard
the main sail lines from trouble.
Soon the winds begin to change
as hope rises from the sea,
A faith wind now at my back,
Windward winds prayed to lee.
November 5, 2021
Ronald Whetsell's Creative Writing and Poetry Blog 