Grace and Flavour

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Voyages to set sail to
discoveries to find
loves treasure waiting

Should I be captains first hand,
to the mast I'll paint a picture fair
along its weathered wood.

Maybe a captains maid,
taking away worrisome thoughts
on troublesome crew
with a knowing smile,
before kneeling and accepting
his grace and flavour
till sermon heard.

To a stowaway found
way out to sea,
made to work out the voyage
from the captains bed to table,
creating a fine spread indeed.