Our Body is Vessel



The vessel of this journey we must love, you see,

The way anchored on the shore, against the waves it stays

The way it flows with the tide when we’re out deep

The way it protects is when the weather gets rough

The way it hangs on although it is often tough

The way it shows us the beauty of the sunset

The way it enforces the reign of the sea.



This vessel, it so seems

Is resilient, indestructible as we’ve seen.

The way it’s made it through the darkest storm

The way it’s let us play on a sunny day

The way the masts stand tall with pride

The way the sails make way



This vessel, it so seems

 Is replete, packed tight as we’ve seen

The way the love fills the hull

The way the pain floats away

The way the wood creeks of wisdom

The way the maps and the scrolls let us sail free



Our vessel on this journey we must love

 For it has let us just be

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