[ I was sitting thinking of the TITANIC and this poem came into my mind. Like an omen of GOD ].
A ship of song and dance.
Wine, unsinkable, a bow chrome lance.
Frolic we did on the Sabbath day.
ICEBERG AHEAD ! a cry of fray.
On my knees praying loud.
That sound of a tearing shroud.
Iceberg waters flooded in.
Forgetting the Sabbath, our sin.
Many died that frightful night.
My prayers, a lifeboat in sight.
Cold, yet still having life.
Like NOAH, our ship out of sight.