The Mighty Sea How She Bares Wittness To the Truth of a Man
And it was the smell of sea salt that layed heavy against my face, the seas had began to swell, but yes.... i could see that this day she would bring fourth many words, and this day all men who stood in her midst would listen, and yes..... this day all men would speak the truth.
The Malake-a Agustine had now position herself half way to the Cape of St Bin-wah, she had been steady from port she collected the swollen waves with ease. But it was i who had watched the sky turn form blue to gray and then almost black, the more i tried to stead-fast myself in that wheel-house the more i could feel my soul looking back to land, what is this in my head i thought to myself, have i ever longed to be on land, no i say,
And then there they were, the White Caps and yes she did send them with a thunder in tow, and yes she had made a union with the wind, high were the winds that day, and the malake-a Agustine began to point herself bow upwards almost as if to the heavens, a forty-foot wall of water she did climb a top if i had been a foolish man i would have sworn she sat there for two or three counts right a top of that epic wave
And then as if she intended to plow her way to the sea floor it self she hurled herself down, And down she went, crashing with her own thunder as if to say to the sea i am still here, she was inocent it was not her that the sea rage aginst, it was not the Malake-a Agustine that the sea had come to bare apun, her soul was clean and free of fault, it was the souls of men that this woman who had fashioned herself into water had come call to account.
And there was no sake for a man to call on that day, and oh.... i began to search my soul, seeking for anything that i should not have taken possession of. i could feel my heart beating harder and harder as the spirit of my hand searched in and about it. and surely the spirit of my hand clung onto and brought fourth a book, a book that i had tried to conseal, and in that book were all whomb i had sworn that i would never forgive, all who had hurt me so.
And i did hear her cry out from her depths, oh you man who holds a book in your hands give it to me, and know that it is he my farther who sits high and looks low, and know it is My farther and my Farther alone who is the owner of all the power, and all the Glory forever and ever, He and he alone is most just.
Oh how right you are, what you speak of your farther is the truth i confessed, but if i give you this book, then what have i against those who are in it, i shall bring it to bare apun them. oh.. man it is you who should know that the weight of an unforgiving heart bares only on that of itself.
Is it not my Farther you love and trust most. Yes it is your farther i love and trust most i replied. and the hands of the wind did take the book from me. and i did wacth the sky turn from almost black to gray and then to the bluest heaven,
The Malake-a Agustine once again was steady for the Cape of St Bin-Wha.
authors notes;; I AM NOT SURE IF THERE IS MORE TO COME.
BUT PERHAPS THIS VOYAGE HAS COME TO AN END
IN THOUGHTS OF STINGS,WHY SHOULD I CRY FOR YOU, AND MILES DAVIS, SOELEA.
MY MIND JUST RAN ACROSS THE OLD FOLKS FROM MY CHILDHOOD NAMES LIKE NECKBONE, JOE BOY, MISTER MAN, AS MY GRAND MOTHER WOULD SAY WHEN SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER SOME ONES NAME, OR EVEN ME SHE WOULD CALL ME, YOU CHILD
I CAN UNDERSTAND IT, YOU KNOW ITS COMIN FROM A REAL HIP PLACE
OK ITS LATE THIS OLE SEA DOG IS GETTING SLEEPY ,WELL GO TO BED BEFORE YOU START MISSPELLING WORDS,
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