Hovhannes Aivazasky, The Ninth Wave (1850)
The Ninth Wave, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
What’s the reason we made it through the night?
We’re but a few of many on the crew,
Surviving grasp of the waves awesome might.
Was it simply fate, our time was not due?
Casting eyes about at each man’s station,
There be many levels from rich to poor.
Wondering if a common faith bastion,
Had a strange feeling but could not be sure.
In distant sky did appear a white light,
Thought it the sun but did not see its eye.
Whatev’r it be lifted hearts at its sight,
Giving a feeling we would not soon die.
It was His cross that provided support,
While His spirit guided us into port.