" The  Navigator"
The billowing waves of an angry sea
and the wind swept flow of the tide,
Was the weather in which it seemed my Life
I'd chosen within to reside.
The stormy past of my youth was spent
in chasing the pleasures of Life.
I'd salvaged not money nor fame nor power,
nor family or children or wife.
And now on this night-of-all-nights came to be -
tossed by the waves of an angry sea -
A vessel blown hither and ‘yon by the gales,
and the Captain - none other than me.
Yes, the Captain indeed was none other than me,
in a stupor of drunkenness - hopelessly:
While the crew in dismay found no course they could lay,
and the ship in the storm drifted aimlessly.
I called for the mate, navigation to plot,
and was told he was tossed by the waves and was lost,
Navigation and plot was a thing I'd done not
during all of the oceans I'd crossed!
Where could I find one who'd shoot the star' ,
to know our position, perhaps where we are?
For days now engulfed by the storm we were forced
many miles from our course.  But how far?
Then came a calm voice and there strangely appeared,
a man as from nowhere. . . . . .standing quite near.
He said navigation He surely could do,
If I would ask - He would steer us so true.
Then looking so deep in His eyes I perceived,
that God somehow sent Him for me to receive.
And bending one knee as if praying I asked,
the task of navigation be relieved.
The crew sensed His presence, His strength and His power,
and rallied, attending Him hour - after - hour.
He plotted the course as if already known,
and wild waves and winds seem to cower.
He hauled in the ‘main sail ', the ‘jib' set just right
and spoke calming words through the perilous  plight.
He steered hard the ‘rudder' and clung to the ‘wheel'
‘til soon we survived through the night.
As dawn broke the winds and the wild waves still stayed,
but somehow my spirits were no more dismayed.
I looked at the book on my bed where it layed -
‘Twas the Scriptures! - All night I had prayed!
I went to the helm and I stood there with Him
as He guided ‘My Ship' through the waters so grim:
My soul spoke these words, and somehow He heard,
"What a Savior to me You have been"!
I spoke with Him long through the days ahead
and His words somehow deep in my soul were fed.
And I know on that night through that perilous plight
were it not . . . . for the navigator. . . .I'd be dead!
Now it's been many years since that night-of nights came,
and the navigator of My Ship  is still the same.
And the billowing waves and Life's angry seas -
Together  . . .we've managed to tame.
We've sailed many gales, through tempests and storms;
through miles of Life's oceans, both poles and the horn,
But with Him by my side it's as though I reside
in a Life that is somehow reborn.
Now if He can fetch such a wretch as like me
from out of the waves of ‘Life's angry sea'
He'll do just the same . . . . If you'll only claim
"The Navigator" . . . .such is He!
So don't go afloat in Life's perilous boat,
through the billowing waves and the angry seas,
Unless just as I - on some night by - and - by,
you give Him full control . . .on bended knees!
The Mountain Climber
The roar of rushing waters
	by the trails he climbed so high
Resounded in his ears
	and visions danced before his eyes
He sought to climb the highest peaks
	in all the Mountain lands
And all his energy and strength
	he gave to it’s demands
Consuming passions kept him
	on the trail to strange new heights
Along the way encountering many
	dangers and delights
He held great satisfaction
	having scaled steep walls of stone
Though often filled with anguish
	pain. . . .and always so alone
He clawed through rocks and
	any barrier standing in his way
But always somewhere higher up
	the unfound pinnacle lay
He woke from sleepless nights so filled
	with fantasies and dreams
And always in his ears the roar
	of rushing mountain streams
Yet upward climbing ever seeking
	life’s vain peaks and goals
He sought to climb much higher
	than had ever before been told
Then one day high above the world
	he stopped to catch his breath
Upon the precipice -- one more step
	would mean his certain death
He cried to God above “Please help
	dear Lord send help today
I’m lost . . . . .don’t know which way to turn
	Please Lord, show me the way”
I too have sought life’s pinnacle
	followed trails that greed inspires
And climbed to strange and dangerous height
	and sought to climb much higher
I’ve heard the roar of life’s swift streams
	resounding in my ears
And taken paths forbidden. . . . .
	not regarding inward fears
I’ve spent cold sleepless nights alone
	God watched from up above
He knew my bleeding heart in pain
	cried out for His great love
And yet I upward climbed
	through such a maze of wilderness
Till finally on the brink of death
	my soul in emptiness
Cried out. . . . .I’m lost -- can’t find my way
	show me your way Lord - Please
Then I ‘The Mountain Climber’
	found life’s pinnacle. . . . .
	down on my knees
Poems by Ron Baron


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