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On Being Right

Everyone has the right to be wrong
To read a different page
To sing a different song.

So before you attempt to correct another
Check to see if you are
Truer than your brother

Then pass up this correction of another
For everyone has the right to be wrong

Lekatt

Those who willfully hate
Will not see the open gate
Into the peaceful garden
Of love’s forgiving pardon.

Lekatt

Rain descended into ice
And lay down upon the trees
Coating their branches crystal
White, with an appallingly freeze

Tree limbs swayed neath the weight
Moaning low in icy despair
Yet layer on layer grew the ice
‘til the burden became too great

Stooped low over frozen ground
Branches at that angle strained
Noble stance deformed to bow
Soon the wood began to break

Dreadful dissonance voices
from all sections of the town
Pops, cracks, and loud crashes
as the icy wood broke and fell

Wood landed on the rooftops
And on the power lines too
Punching holes and snapping
Lines spreading darkness through

Cars smashed, tall fences cleaved
Streets filled with fallen wood
Roads blocked, street lights out
Near panic quickly ensued

Sirens sounded, emergency
Vehicles thwarted by the wood
Tree crews clearing out a path
Before they could drive through

During the night mayhem ruled
Finally ceasing in the morn
A vast city lay mangled
Slowly crushed by icy storm

Caught unaware on
the blackest night
by a demon force
of a thousand frights.

Thrown and tossed,
dashed and smashed,
grim waves upon
our trapped ship crashed.

Sending dark, cold waters
swashing over, and into,
bilges full of ocean
sinking at the screws.

Man the pumps,
start them everyone
or lost we be, come
the morning sun.

A frighted crew, weary
to post, tied to deck and rail,
clung fast to ship, for life
from the horrendous gale.

A crack, a boom split the air
heard ‘bove the pounding roar
our life boat cut clean in half
by knife-like wave, ’twas no more.

Taller grew the waves as
stronger, faster blew the wind,
eighty feet and growing
while we were trapped therein.

Towering over ship and down
the waves smashed it all,
rafts, nets, and tools, in
the ocean they did fall.

Wallowing in the troughs,
teetering on the crests,
deadly close to capsizing,
confronting the ultimate test.

Dark fear of doom and death
in the watery sea so gray
now filled thoughts of men,
nothing left to do but pray.

Past three-hours-ten the
deadly storm slacked grip,
clenched so tight on our
beaten, broken ship.

First light revealed the vessel
painted a crystalline white
by salt on bristle of wave
throughout the raging night.

An eerie ghost-like image
of ship once strong and free
stripped of its grand colors
by a tormented, angry sea.

We rode the weather down
with courage, great care,
yet know not how, nor why
our tiny ship was spared.

Lekatt

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