Ships

Ships

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You’ve watched a thousand ships sail from shoreline to shoreline.

You manufactured the storms that made them turn over their hearts to you.

You calmed the calamity of their soul before you called the waters to still.

You squeezed the sun on your hands and smoothed it over their windswept cheeks,

And then you rocked them to sleep.

You’ve touched the ends of the earth with your knowing hands, 

Leaving God-shaped fingerprints on the souls of the most remote tribes,

The most callous business men, 

The humblest farmers, 

The simplest villages. 

There is none like you. 

Whose love fills the shape of so many, 

Whose truth lands on the most unlikely hearts, 

Whose passion pursues the most unworthy lovers, 

And guides them home. 

There is none like you. 

None who can speak all languages, 

Who unites generational enemies, 

Who builds a case against evil, 

That convinces stony hearts to break for good. 

There is none like you. 

Who makes a home of the immigrant in a foreign land. 

Who marries the lonely widow and provides for her food. 

Who washes the feet of the poor and clothes them in splendour. 

Who holds the sovereignty of a king, the playfulness of a child,

The wisdom of an elder and the relentlessness of a hopeful romantic. 

There is none like you. 

Who satisfies every relationship I crave, 

Who accompanies my lonely soul, 

Who grieves my loss more deeply than my own heart, 

And pledges faithfulness to my failing human frame. 

There is none like you.