We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I, <br />To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went by; <br />And underneath a speckless sky in a little dancing breeze, <br />We decked our craft with roses, and launched it on the seas. <br /> <br />Yes - we would sail together, my Captain gay and I. <br />Past miles and miles of blossomed shore, with sheltering harbours nigh; <br />We would not tempt the trackless seas, nor roam the waters dark, <br />Les Love, the tricksy pilot, should e’er desert our bark. <br /> <br />Alas! For all our planning, my Captain brave and I, <br />We drove before a whistling gale beneath a lowering sky; <br />For the fierce storms came up on us scarce half a league from home, <br />And flung our crimson roses in the bitter blinding foam. <br /> <br />Silent our lilting love songs, untouched our gay guitar, <br />As side by side we toil and strive where raging tempests are; <br />But though in ceaseless labour our earnest days are spent, <br />A voiceless song is in our souls – a song of glad content. <br /> <br />For Love, the tricksy pilot, still at our helm he sings, <br />Our darkest night is luminous with torchlight from his wings; <br />Loudly he sings and sweetly above the whistling gale, <br />And with Love’s music in our hearts, how could we turn or quail? <br /> <br />Content we sail together, my Captain true and I, <br />Unheeding of the raging waves, or of the threatening sky; <br />With His strong hand to guard us, and Love to guide the boat, <br />The happiest pair of mariners that God has set afloat.<br /><br />Alice Guerin Crist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voyage-7/
