Adrift in waters vast I sat,
My vessel gently bobbed.
Shivering off to numbing sleep,
I prayed and wafted on.

Veiled in darkness thick,
Wicked waves about me rose.
Cast inside Abyss’ eye,
‘Twas certain I would die.

Clinging fast to vessel’s mast,
In steep decent I plunged,
I cried, I cried,
Dear Lord, Dear Christ, ’tis I.

I dreamt with me a figure sat,
Rowing oars with hushing call.
At dawn on warming beach I sat,
My vessel gently bobbed.

‘ADRIFT’–Ancient Poem from the Isle of Estillyen