By RAHN ADAMS
“They that go down to the sea in ships, / that do business in great waters; / these see the works of the Lord, / and his wonders in the deep.”
A psalmist sang that song three millennia ago, / and they remain singularly right, / even including Venezuelan fishing boats / and Saudi oil tankers.
But who is this Lord of whom they spoke? / Who rules all the oceans? / Is this Lord the Son of Man or of God, / or some Machiavellian son of a gun?
That’s their blasted symbol, right? / Not a backwards dog; a gun — / for power, money, manhood, death — / the selfsame boat we’re all in.
My favorite trawler is Jehovah Jireh, / its berth at Calabash’s Dockside, / with red outriggers and trim, / translated as “the Lord will provide.”