There stood by me this night the angel of God
       Acts 27:23
 
I have no fear of storms since I heard His voice—
my Accuser crying out of the sun.
While I am chained in the shivering hold,
the others cower and bleat to Baal.
But no fury can last. Light finds a way—
it streams through cracks in the throttled planks,
and illuminates the silk rigging
of a small brown spider which, huddled,
waits so patiently for the first frail fly.

This article appears in June 9-16 2014.

Dan MacIsaac lives on Vancouver Island, Canada. He is the author of the poetry collection, Cries from the Ark. His work has been published in Stand, Arc and The American Journal of Poetry among other outlets. His poetry has appeared in the print magazines Poetry Salzburg, Vallum, Poetica and Agenda. His writing can also be viewed at www.this.org. He is the winner of the 2014 Foley Prize.