My Brother and Shipmate Bob "The COB" up in Virginia passed this poem by an unknown author to me in email this morning and I was so enamored by the way it mirrors how I feel but could never compose words that so accurately express that feeling. I know this is COB's feeling, and others as well. Thought I'd pass it along for the inspiration and/or enjoyment of others.
The Sea is a choosy mistress
She takes the men that come to her and weighs them
and measures them
The ones she adores, she keeps; the ones she hates, she destroys
The rest, she casts back to land
I count myself among the adored, for I am Her willing Captive.
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