My Vessel

My Vessel

A Poem by Rainee Whiting

My Vessel
My vessel not as strong,
as those who had gone before.
Yet, he had faith that I would sail,
and find my way back to his shore.
Carefully he placed me down,
upon this life's unpredictable sea.
He knew my spirit weak, 
but he believed in me.
Without oars I was often pulled,
into storms that raged.
Tossed and beaten in chaos,
he knew my vessel wouldn't remain unscathed.
He stood watch, waiting,
then on the horizon my vessel he could see.
He wept as he pulled the empty to shell to shore,
as the sea of life he placed me on,
had consumed what was left of me.

Rainee

© 2016 Rainee Whiting


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I love this! I like how you compare the harshness of life to the rough and tumble waters of the sea. One thing I would correct though is in the third verse where you said "without ores I was pulled." I believe it is spelled oars. Other than that it's fabulous! Even the formatting is cool!

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The articulation of your lines are so moving, and so beautifully read!

"He knew my spirit weak,
but he believed in me."

Paralleling your body as the vessel, and the sea to life, gave this all the more impact for me. And your last stanza brought it to its fruition!

Posted 4 Years Ago


I love this! I like how you compare the harshness of life to the rough and tumble waters of the sea. One thing I would correct though is in the third verse where you said "without ores I was pulled." I believe it is spelled oars. Other than that it's fabulous! Even the formatting is cool!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rainee Whiting
Rainee Whiting

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