Thinking

While quietly I sit in thought
The ocean lives and moves about me
Silently its depths have wrought
A calm my soul has failed to see

While aft my comrades work tonight
I sit and think of all our labors
Which willingly the ocean blight
But pass her with but whimpering tremors

I do regret the loss I'll take
Because of God's unfathomed choices
But if I try on I may break
And listen always to small voices