Oh Lord, Thy Sea is So Great, and My Ship So Small...

If you're thinking about it... say a prayer for Abby Sunderland... alone and possibly adrift in high seas in the Indian Ocean.

Sailor's Prayer - Rod MacDonald

Though my sails be torn and tattered and my mast be turned about
Let the night wind chill me to my very soul
Though the spray might sting my eyes and the stars no light provide
Give me just another morning light to hold

For I will not lie me down, this rain a ragin
I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblessed I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore

Though the only water left is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
Though night blindness be my gift and there be thieves upon my drift
I will thank the fog that shelters me along

For I will not lie me down, this rain a ragin
I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if   this night be unblessed I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore

Though my mates be drained and weary and believe their hopes are lost
There's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
And though Death waits just off the bow, we will not answer to him now
He shall stand to greet the morning light without us.

For I will not lie me down, this rain a ragin
I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblessed I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore

For I will not lie me down, this rain a ragin
I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblessed I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore

God speed Abby...and Slan Abhaile...

mojo sends