Here is a sonnet that came to me earlier in the week. You may listen to me read it via the player below.
Set as the keel, He was placed between two
Ends, and into His arms, He took His crew;
As a ship, He bore them into the sea
Within the hold of his keel and beam.
Though waves break over, He holds them above
As on dry ground, He bears them through flood—
Keeps them sunward; though dark, grey clouds roll,
The arms of his beam keeps them safe in His hold.
They do not see Him; He bears neath the waves—
Acquainted with grief, passed into the grave,
His body stretched ‘cross keel and beam,
Then tossed as a Jonah into the sea
Where He bears them safe to His harbor’s fold,
And they bear Him in the Supper they hold.
© Randall Edwards 2024
artwork: Ludolf Bakhuizen, Public domain, via Wikimedia
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