Analysis of Our Commander, God, at the Helm
Melita Catalina Warren 1949 (Kansas)
When sea billows rip n’ roll,
Forever His wonders we extol.
People do not live in a fishbowl.
They stay attuned to a bell’s toll.
Daily one takes one’s usual stroll,
And marvels at the song of an oriole.
One digs oneself out of a deep hole.
One sees blooms on a grassy knoll.
God molds diamonds out of coal,
Renders His children healed, whole.
He empowers one to meet each goal.
His signature graces each scroll.
Today may praises flood thy soul
For all happens under God’s control.
| Scheme | AA AA AA AA AA AA AA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Couplet |
| Metre | 1110111 010110101 10111001 11011011 101111001 0101011110 11111011 11110101 1110111 1011011 101011111 11001011 01110111 111010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 477 |
| Words | 89 |
| Sentences | 10 |
| Stanzas | 7 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 54 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 13 |
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