A Poem by Ms. June....
Lessons From the Old Man of the Sea
(An attempt to rhyme)
The aged widowed fisherman awoke before dawn
Pulled on his old worn coveralls, and quietly yawned,
Stretching and flexing the old muscles strong
That would pull traps and bait lines the entire day long
He looked about at his meager worldly means
That his livelihood allowed him yet it always seemed
That now no matter how long the hours and days
He was always behind in fixed financial ways
But he went to the room of his sweet sleeping son
And knew that it mattered not if great wealth was won
For this tiny person that God gave him as a gift
Would grow up to be gratified with nary a rift
Their pitiful poorness would bind them for life
And appreciation for much would never cause strife
For love of the sea, and what their Savior had done
Would fill his heart with great love
as the boy's life was won
Then later that year, when the deep sea waters raged
His boat was found empty, like on a grand stage
The frame was in pieces, all tangled in rope
And the swirl of the waters gave the villagers no hope
They called to the son, who came running to see
If his dad had brought treasures to him, home from the sea
Instead he found brokenness, tears and no smiles
While neighbors walked endlessly searching for miles
The boy went home quickly and fell to his knees
And thanked God for allowing his dad to now see
That they knew where he was and that Jesus rejoiced
For every word of gratitude the old man had voiced
He could grow up so strong then to be like his dad
To show the grand values that his dear father had
For the greatest reflection and tribute he could give
Was to show how God’s man had taught him how to live
So the bent tired old man who had little monies to give
Left to those village town folks a new way to live
Showing them all daily through the life of his heir
It’s your love and hard work that will heal all and repair
