These days, I must profess that religion does not play greatly in either my mind or my life. But I still consider that there is a Supreme Being, because all that is beautiful in this world cannot have happened purely by chance. When you see a reddened golden sunset, or a tiny infant grandson, serenely smiling in his total dependence on mother and father; when you have watched the tremendous power of waves generated by a hurricane, awesome as they casually lift a massive ship and just as casually pass by, because that ship is well-designed, well-founded and well run; when your senses are lifted by music which literally speaks to your soul and mind: one must accept that chance cannot account for everything which happens on this planet of ours.
So, join with me as we salute the 32 men whose remains will probably never be found which lie together with the man who almost certainly killed them with his suicidal plan to keep to a shipping schedule despite the presence of a tropical storm, destined to form Hurricane Joaquin; presumably to appease his directors in Tote Marine, now all of whom are sheltering behind a lawsuit which will disenfranchise the families of those seamen whose bodies now lie mouldering 15,000 feet below the surface.!
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep,
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea!
Lord, stand beside all those who sail
Our merchant ships in storm and gale,
In peace and war their watch they keep
On every sea, on thy vast deep.
Be with them, Lord, by night and day,
For Merchant Mariners we pray.