Boats that seem to melt or sink
Disappear beyond the vast
Horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes, it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess they
Are still there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!
The eclipse —horizon as
Looking back through time, we go!
Thursday, October 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: believe