Oh vast and dread, thou sovereign sea,
Thy depths conceal dark mystery,
Calm the storms that fiercely rage,
And guide us through thy timeless stage.
Thou who rules the ocean's breadth,
Shield us from a watery death,
With whispered pleas, our voices raise,
Beseeching thee for gentler days.
Thy power great, we humbly fear,
In thy mercy, draw us near.
Protect our souls from tempests' might,
Lead us through the treacherous night.
The aforementioned prayer is one commonly heard in ports worldwide, shared through generations of seafarers and marine traders who want to appeal the god of the open sea before heading out on the wild waters through the storms to bring people and goods from point A to point B unharmed. Sea travel is dangerous, and marine trade always a high risk, but they come at a lower cost, especially for highly defended goods and people that would require an army of soldiers on land or a battalion of soldiers on a ship. Because no sailor wants to see their ship go down, but all sailors know they are helpless to stop a boat from sinking should the elements claim it as their prize. All that they are able to do is pray before hitting the water, often accompanied by offering gifts to the god as well ranging from food to alcohol to trinkets that are thrown overboard either at the port before beginning travel or if out on the ocean and seeing the omens of a storm ahead. It is not uncommon during a storm for sailors to repeat this prayer as a mantra again and again, under their breath or shouting it from the mast or singing it on repeat, until the storm is survived, the danger cleared, and the ocean calms again.
I don't know if you wrote the poem at the beginning of this article yourself - but it's absolutely fantastic.