On a boat toward Lesvos she lies
In wait for new world’s sky blue prize.
This family flees like Egypt of old
To life and death and new world gold
All in orange life jacket guise
The aged, the young; they dip and rise
To the manger island the boat plies
For generations to come this story will be told
Of the boat toward Lesvos where she lies
Let it be done, submissive, she sighs
Her prayer, like ours, faith’s surprise
As goods and lives, bartered and sold,
There’s no room in the inn, the tents unfold;
Herods and Judas debate, yet onward flies
The boat toward Lesvos where Mary lies.