Williwaw’s Prayer

By

 Fr. Russ Carmichael olb. OSB

 

Standing on the Maine rock shore.

Looking out to sea.

Dreaming that my baby

Will soon be coming home to me.

Standing on the rocks

As the Williwaw rose.

Wind tearing at my clothes

Rain-washes my face

Tears I can’t hold back

I am alone in my fate.

 

Waiting for my baby while she rides upon the sea.

Waiting for my baby to return home safe to me.

 

Waves’ crash and smash

With a sound of thunder.

The air is cold wind slaps my face.

Waiting for my baby

Looking out to sea

Upon Maine’s rocky shore.

As the Williwaw roars.

 

I stand here in the dark

Gazing up to heaven.

Calling on my Lord

Looking for help

With a bit of fear in my faith.

I pray these words

With each crashing wave.

 

Protect my baby

As she rides upon the sea.

Protect her and all her mates

As the Williwaw’s roars.

Make their seas calm

As smooth as glass.

Keep their Cutter

The Tahoma

Moving fast

Upon your sea.

Please

Dear Lord

Bring them all home safe.

Bring my Baby home

To me.

 

I pray

 For all the families.

That have children

Just like me.

Sailing on the waves.

Guarding our shores

As the

 Williwaw’s Roar.