Originally penned by a slave-ship captain, a confession of sorts; this, his prayer of praise for a conversion of heart. Something struck that wretched man, who chained kidnapped people in a hull and ruthlessly carried them far from family, from home. Fifty-foot waves slamming the stern? Gale-force winds shaking the masts? Perhaps, the agonizing moans from the ‘cargo’? Elijah’s quiet whisper or a still, small voice? Whatever found him shifted his stars and altered his celestia