Sonnet

Then it began to blow a gale.
And the waves were breaking into the boat.
Sometimes we feel that we will not live to tell the tale.
We feel we can, on life’s turbulent sea, barely float.

But is there someone seemingly sleeping nearby.
Do we have faith that he will awaken.
We cannot see him anywhere in the sky.
But he will come if our hope is not shaken.

In my boat I only go out in a calm.
The wind barely ruffles my fears or sails.
The sky a gentle blue is mere balm.
Nothing in engine or rigging ever fails.

The truth is I only trust in myself, I do not have sufficient faith.
I don’t really believe he is there, my belief is a summer wraith.

Haiku

The storm hit the boat
The whole crew were terrified
They had not trusted