Holy Shift!

Holy shift! The guy replied!
I thought they'd all gone off and died!
Not sure what's next, O Heavenly Lord;
Help me stay open to your word.

Thanks for the chance to make that pix –
To re-present a bleak context;
To split apart two kinds of power,
Thus change the view of darkest hour.

For power of guns on battleship,
And strength of anchor's bottom grip,
Are useless 'gainst a hurricane,
Now, as in days of Spanish Main.

Who knows, perhaps someday they'll see
The need that swirls around like sea –
Whipped to a fury, drowning souls,
As backward lookers forward go.

Lord, help me not to pick this up
Unless my name is on that cup;
May eyes, then open, copy me –
That life can flow to them from Thee.

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