Despite the depths of raging sea

And troubles vast, a man embarks

Upon a quest without the company

Of tools which ward away the sharks.

He starts his quest with tool of steel

Inside a loincloth that prepares to deal

With countless waves arising high

Above the height of watchful eye.

With only loincloth and a simple blade,

The man of strength is diving straight

Into the depths of dangers now displayed

As raging waters that cannot abate.

Although he swims the depths as one alone

With tender muscle that surrounds each bone,

The dangers that confront his chosen goal

Cannot remove his lasting strength of soul.

Where I am standing safe, secure, away from harm,

The waves are tamed with gentleness which I equate

With soothing scent of nard and feel of healing balm.

Although the waves no longer crash against the shore

With power that exceeds the strength of many hands,

Fragments of intellect of mine remain unsure

Concerning matters that I fail to understand.

Shall raging storm return as coming back to life

And spread a trail of fear among a people blind?

Am I a dreamer who attempts to think of strife