SeaworthyWhy catch a ride without the drop,why sail a sea without the storm.Don't haul the ship to land,coffined in the docks or chained to the floor,anchor rusting. The tempest hits hard and fast,coughing air from your lungs,and the gales and gusts squall,knocking you to your knees in an act like prayer.But those same manic winds fillour sails with unbroken force,delivering us from the dull throbof an ark robbed of life.Follow the ride down into the depths,laughing from the sheer ache of living.