My Grandfather’s Boats - Sutton Harbour - Plymouth by Rev’d Paul Collings
So Jesus got into one of the boats (the one that belonged to Simon) and asked him to push out a little from the shore. Then he sat down and began to teach the crowds from the boat. Luke 5:3
I cast my mind to childhood days
And see again the boats that lay
By harbour wall there safely moored
At end of day there tied, secured.
I see again the vessels three,
The Plym, Sand-swallow, and Ivy,
My Grandads boats, with him at helm
Across the ‘Sound’, the sea his realm.
Such seamanship held in esteem
As Captain Daymond, and his team,
Kept seaways, dredged and deep and clear
That passing ships to port could near.
I also think of those who plow
The waves of life others to show
Your guiding hand, Lord, ‘gainst the tide
And through their patience homeward guide.
May I be constantly aware
Of those who flounder in despair,
Guide in your strength, and rescue souls
And bring to port completely whole.
“He who loves practice without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and compass and never knows where he may cast.” : Leonardo da Vinci
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