Sunday, May 10, 2015
Prepare to face the weight of wind,
As we sail an uncharted sea…
You are my power, you guide my direction,
You transport and set me free.
I will lower sails before the storm,
To prevent your mast from breaking…
If we fail, the both of us,
Are free for a beachcomber’s taking.
The shoreline's littered with markers,
Remembering those lost at sea,
Placed there by widows and shipmates;
None there for lone sailors like me.