Waiting to See, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Waiting to See, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Stretching the eye as far as it could watch,
Where the sea and the sky meld into none,
And all to be seen is a mere gray blotch,
Then comes the end of the earth; it is gone.

Waiting, impossible for heart to task,
Still there is demanding work to be done.
Smile to be worn is but a flimsy mask,
Fearful of the solemn bell to beckon.

The shadows run long, time to be ready.
Six days a week this is the constant drill.
Shortly to learn, the nerves must be steady,
For it is now we are told of God’s will.

Stress has left my chest with the boat in sight,
Though the sun will soon set my heart is bright.

 

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