Whisper

Rivets of steel, pounded into 

Spanses of metal. Red hot from

Friction and ear-numbing sound. So

Our hearts too oft become. 

Persons made and broken by plans 

Secured and failed. Icy cold tendrils 

Of pity and pence find their way in 

Through cracks of blindness and resistance. 

An enterprise planned, drawn up, built where 

Man and metal combine in partnership of 

arrogance and confidence. The four meet in

The docks and commence in crashing waves. 

But the whisper of wisdom is ignored, the 

Cry of caution displaced by fools ears and 

Men's plans to sail what course he will, of his 

Own making. 

Oh for steadfast and unwavering foresight

To see the storm and reset the sails. Oh to

See the icy cold path ahead and turn for 

Warmer seas. Oh for grace to heed the cry of 

Reason when she calls through pounding wind 

And determined course. 

May our plans and purpose be not 

So steeled and fixed that we cannot turn 

The mast of our ships to fairer seas where 

Grace and wisdom dance together in 

The dawning Light.