Lord of the sea and the wind and the storm,
where were You when the wind and the waves buffeted the Princess of the Stars,
then tumbled like a paper boat causing hundreds of lives to disappear?
Had not a greater fraction implored Your name? Cast their faith?
The sea, if I can still sing with Sting, the seawater’s their grave.
An unceremonious exit, a spaceless casket.
The grieving, O God, attend to the grieving, God of comfort,
their sorrow is beyond human container.
As we gather morsels of lessons to learn,
may our passion for human safety exceed our passion for profits and any convenience.