We are becalmed
On these windless days
Like hapless boats upon the seas
We wait for a breeze
The dew’s embalmed,
Suspended in a haze
While the highest leafy boughs of trees
Catch the only breeze
Wind chimes are silent
The heat has us ablaze
Humidity brings us to our knees
Come along, fresh breeze
Ah, LORD God,
Your church seems becalmed
Suspended in a haze
She sits unmoving upon the seas,
Spurning Your Holy breeze
She is silent –
While truths are set ablaze
The world and culture she seeks to please –
‘Tis a stagnant breeze.
Yet, not all’re embalmed
The faithful church still obeys
O unquenched Spirit, bring us to our knees
Move us with Thy breeze.
This has been Thursday Verse Day with Lynniebeemuseoday. Today is a beautiful, breezy day, but I promise you that when I wrote this poem, you could hardly move through the oppressively hot and windless humidity. Think about those kinds of days as you read this.
I’ll probably sail off toward the Seas of Deletion in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
The photo looks like the Hjordis, the boat belonging to the North Folk School in Grand Marais.
Have you sailed on it? It is lovely to feel the wind blow through the hair, and not be stagnant
along with high humidity! Very descriptive poem! Thank you for sharing!
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No, but I took that photo when we were there last year. Lovely boat!
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