The Lord Provides

In the cold silence of the night
A single boat floats out to sea
The moon glows full and bright
So it’s not so hard to see

A man casts his net down
And prays for fish aplenty,
Then the water yields a mighty catch
Counting more than twenty

Soon, the waves begin to echo
The seabirds begin to cry
It’s time to make his journey home
Where the land is dry

He pulls his loaded boat to shore
To meets his wife’s embrace,
Then he takes the fishes up the path
To the marketplace

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This poem was submitted an entry for the Word Play – March 2018 Contest on Wattpad. It is a fun poetry contest organized by the Poets Pub. If you liked it, please give it a vote on the contest page and don’t forget to support the other poems there that you like.

If anyone is interested in participating, the contest is open for submissions until March 31st 2018. It is completely free. Thank you and have a good day. 🙂

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