A boat creaks and lurches,
Boards moan and bitch,
‘ginst the mighty sea,
It is the lurch and creaking that saves her.
It is a well built flexing flagship,
That discovered America.
America has survived the same way.
Give and take,
To and fro,
Side to side,
The ship must go,
To resist its crumpling,
‘ginst the sea
So also,
You must go,
With the flow.
Tall buildings sway,
They’re made that way,
Wings on a plane,
Flex away.
Strength is deceiving,
Nothing is stand-stillian!
The car leans and lurches,
Slides, slips and drifts,
On unrelenting track.
Heel and toe,
Are the combination,
That makes the curve,
Seem straight.
You must turn left,
To go right,
Confusing?
It’s the,
Same on a bike.
The batter’s entire body,
Flows with the swing,
In one instant unwinding,
Then CRACK!
Opposing forces,
Give the ball,
New beginning.
Awakened from sleep,
We defend our country,
To re-rite.
A revived,
Constitution,
In a new direction,
Once more,
Ingenuity,
Has beat,
Failed insurrection.
So who did it?
Who thought,
Who thought,
Of such things?
The give and take,
Of the hull,
And the flex-wing,
For goodness sake?
It was Gods will,
As He forged the tools,
And handed them to mankind,
To rite the ships tall,
To rite wrong,
And to make it right
For all,
Praise God’s gift,
Ye Patriots,
Ye God-given, Patriots all!
Author’s Notes: God didn’t intend for us to stand-stillian https://www.tenbrunsel.com/post/stand-stillian The Universe was set in motion with God’s hand and likely a huge BANG! Of which the roar continues, ever expanding outward. Afterall, ask yourself, what’s on the other side of the Universe? But just as important is the need for motion, flexibility in all we make and do. To be rigid is to be left behind. We must explore and build things to withstand exploration. As we must be resilient in our exploring. God gave us the tools to do with. Fear not for God provides leeway so we may find our way on the great ship of life. Let us go forth and do. And in the process figure out, that we must do, to protect what is good. Amen.
*photo public domain of the Nina, the Santa Maria and the Pinta lumbering, lurching, leaking and creaking toward God’s chosen America. We were never really lost, but now we’re found, were blind but now we see🎶
tom tenbrunsel
Poet Laureate of My Domain