Vessel of Life or Strife

New Jerusalem is an Arc,
The type I want to ride,
Big enough to dispel the dark,
Lots of room to abide.

An Arc of 'Life,' and Ship of Strife,
We're issued both, at birth,
Each offering, adventures in life,
Just one will dictate your worth.

Up-anchor, with two things on the mind,
To suck, and cry, display consternation,
Diaper changed, or food to find,
Returns us to 'Sleep anchor station.

Maturing in 'Infant Mentalities,'
We soon learn to giggle and smile,
Every infant, of all Nationalities,
Demands attention, for at least a mile.

Parents help load Arc and Ship with provision,
With exposure to love, or diverse T V,
Loading each vessel, unto derision,
To be used, and displayed, for world to see.

Each stage of life, contains more complication,
As, roll, crawl, and toddle, we roam,
Our world, getting larger, at each life-station,
Influence, Arc or Ship, that's chosen as home.

Aging, growing, changing swiftly,
Ship of Strife, much easier to sail,
Starting our teens, thinking we are nifty,
Not recognizing, ship soon be a beached whale.

The Arc of Life sets ignored, at anchor,
In Safe-harbor, with narrow gate,
Ship of Strife stronger, in spite of a canker,
Dumping 'Sin-rock,' so access, abate.

Accountability now, for the Vessel we use,
Gets much more important, each day,
We must repair the Arc, we abuse,
For accessing Arc of Life's Eternal-way.

A sparkling Yacht, or dull wooden Arc,
Full powered yacht, goes most anywhere,
Wooden Arc Blah, in light or dark,
With Beauty promised, once 'There.'

Shiny Yacht will carry one straight to Hell,
With Torment the eternal-fair,
Arc will blossom, at the Life Giving Well,
Into Blessings, beyond compare.

Repentance and Trust, a Salvation Must,
By Grace, you may change to the Arc,
Yacht, sinks out of sight, as it goes Bust,
We're soon in God's Light, no more Dark.

AMEN