Sailors’ Shelter

The waves were gently striking at the sides of the ship, rocking it like a baby's cradle. Well-fed seagulls lazily took off the sea and immediately descended, indifferent to everything in the world. The sun was shining, promising a fine warm evening.

A boat with a marine pilot approached the ship. The sailors, free from the watch, were looking forward to how they would go ashore to the port taverns in search of entertainment and love. They were joyfully talking about what would happen to them that evening, and how it would affect their future lives.

And the Lord God was looking from heaven at them laughing.