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As
I cruise along
without
a care in the world,
I
am tempted to believe
that
all is smooth sailing
since
the sky is mostly clear
and
the sea is fairly calm
for
a masterful pilot
such
as myself.
But
then a storm breaks
with
thunder and lightning
and
the rain pours down
and
the wind blows hard
while
the waves crash
over
the sides of the skiff
that
I vainly try to steer
toward
safety.
Once
again I must resist
the
siren call of self-control,
not
by strapping myself
to
the mast of my vessel,
but
by throwing myself
on
the mercy of One
who
needs no boat
to
cross the water.
Jane Blanchard lives
and writes in Georgia. Her work has appeared
previously in Calvary Cross and
recently in Blue Unicorn, Penwood Review, and Third Wednesday.
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