Peter's Barq

SHE IS THE SHIP

She is the ship

That I must sail

Past rainbow sunsets

Washed-out, pale.

She is the house

Where I must dwell

Before the final

Tolling bell.

She is the ark

I must maintain

'Gainst forty years

Of modern reign.

She is the Mother

I, the child,
Wild and weak,
She, so mild.

She is the bride

Apostolic one.

Holy, Catholic,

Wed to Son.

She is the virgin,

Ever, womb,

Imparting Life

That we consume.

Her pulsing cord

Of anchored might,

Preserves His Blood

To bleed us white.

She is the ship

Who stays the course

Toward purple sunset’s…

Majestic Force!