The vessel passes cross the moon, beyond my window sill, <br /> She's masted, a square rigger, but no wind makes her sails fill. <br /> <br /> No flag has she up on her stay, a pennant will suffice, <br /> she's heaven bound, and laden down, but her cargo has no price. <br /> <br /> Adventure is the larder, that crawls around her decks, <br /> it's treasure that has more value, than the gold about some's necks. <br /> <br /> No country has her registry, she belongs to none but God, <br /> The Ship of Souls, no ballast holds, and nary a drunken sod. <br /> <br /> The coarse she takes, her helmsman makes, upon a moon lit night. <br /> The star she follows is nova bright, called the Way, the Truth, and the Light.<br /><br />J. Stephen Keller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ship-of-souls/
