You wonder why she floats
As we sit in this boat, awaiting
Relief and salvation.
She overcomes the waves
Stirred by your hate, hurling
Against her. Her wobbly bow
Never lets us down, stern in spite
Of the weather. She’ll weather
Your hate, your scorn and the weight
Of the burden of the water behind it.
If the seas won’t abide,
She’ll shift the tides, and roll
Back the world to save you,
When your grief’s washed away,
She’ll still be floating and safe
In this boat beside you.