under this chilly gray sky
it's either too far from shore and doomed
or more than half way to where it's going
I picture myself on that little boat
without my face or identity
just some voyager moving on
to where God only knows
then the sail disappears on the horizon line
and I turn from the shore
and face the roiling ocean of gray sky
that swamps me in its vastness
with no Shining Light stepping across those waves
to rescue me
that is left to me to do
to be my own Imitation of the Savior
to pull myself up the rope of
some Jacob's Ladder I found
as a wave of clouds pounded down
and turned me inward to see that line...
now where the relief of a salvation?
where the strength to haul myself up?
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