The plane crashed. I lay on the sand. My feet
Moved. When called I rose from my own effort.
My leg muscles carried me. Food proved finite.
I held one of my knives. Go. Hunt. Be bold.
The boar stormed us. I fell. I felt defeat
Again. My legs moved. No deep discomfort.
I rose. Then that noise! I ran. Then like light
From God the Island showed itself. Behold!
These people need me. I know their sorrows.
When they express doubt I tell them stories.
I help them achieve solace and relief.
But it's slow. They're not ready. Each man grows.
Each man climbs to reach the Island's glories.
Each obstacle bested provides belief.