"Time as an Abstract" by Paul Bond‘Angel Ship’ by C. David Hay The Society August 23, 2020 Beauty, Poetry 14 Comments Oh, to helm an angel ship __Adrift in a billowy sea With a specter crew in a sky of blue, __Just the vast beyond and me. Flying the mist like gulls on the wind, __With never a falter or care, On silver sails and vapor trails __To the call of the open air Soaring past cumulus mountains, __As higher and higher I climb While breezes blow over waves like snow __On the other side of time. The course is set by the hand of faith __For a port beyond the sun, And God will give eternal peace __When at last the journey’s done. C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris Award from Kappa Delta Rho. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 14 Responses Joe Tessitore August 23, 2020 The best kind of Sunday morning poem! Reply C.B. Anderson August 23, 2020 C. David, This was a very toothsome poem with sharp images and a very well balanced amalgam of iambs & anapests. It rolls through the mind’s ear like distant thunder and leaves behind the tang of ozone. Nicely executed! Reply Beverly Stock August 23, 2020 Beautiful! Reply Sally Cook August 23, 2020 Thank you for your poem.; for your choice of form, your meter and rhyme, apt vocabulary and for not pounding your strong message home. This sort of poem works much better if it simply seeps into the air and is inhaled as a home truth. Like Joe. I am uplifted on a Sunday. Reply Leo Zoutewelle August 23, 2020 Sally is so right; this is a wonderful poem! Thank you. Reply Dick Lackman August 23, 2020 Wow, what a beautiful poem combining images of a ship on the sea setting the course for our faith. With wonderful fluidity and a meaningful story, truely language squared. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 23, 2020 This beautiful poem puts me in mind of “Sea Fever” by John Masefield – a wonderful start to my Sunday morning! Thank you, Mr. Hay. Reply Rod Walford August 23, 2020 Like Susan, I was reminded of Masefield! As a lover of all things maritime I really enjoyed your beautiful poem in which you have taken things a step further, leading us to our glorious conclusion. Great work- thank you! Reply M.A. Scott August 23, 2020 Brilliant! Tastes a little like The Wreck of the Hesperus, Bravo! Reply Don Schroeder August 23, 2020 Another great poem by “America’s favorite poet”–at least my favorite poet and I’m an American! Reply David Watt August 24, 2020 C. David, your poem also reminded me of Masefield’s ‘Sea Fever’. It has the same melodic quality and maritime setting. I look forward to reading more of your work. Reply David Paul Behrens August 24, 2020 Beautiful and very well written. Reply Dan Leach August 24, 2020 David-I rarely am moved by direct references to God or any other device which relies on a shared didactic assumption, but you have accomplished such a genuine spiritually uplifting effect in the first three stanzas of this poem as to give a heightened and altogether transcendent meaning to the final, triumphantly beautiful stanza. Thank you. Reply Victoria August 25, 2020 So beautiful, is it our final journey at the end of our lives? The angels ship to heaven. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.