Friday, March 19, 2010

The boat

Even if your feet do not become established
On the stormy sea in fury.
And sleep you leave to go to
Hold of any other mind.

Even if you do not believe in the figure,
Formed in the mist of dawn.
And your eyes dull and without faith,
Fatasma see a judge in the cold night.

Look around and hear the voice that calls:
Come! Walk on water you also.
If that makes you sink is skepticism,
What makes the following is the security.

The storm can be calmed,
just a word and firm
and the boat that drown,
quiet sail in calm ocean.

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