Mission Poem by Mary Champion

The ragged coast -
bleak and isolated as his soul -
echoed with the realisation
that he would never be free.
The power that had called him
was not in his hands.
In the weeks since that damascene moment
he had been fighting the truth.
But his desire for a just world
overrode everything.
He knew now that he must take up the challenge.
He had to make a journey
across the tempestuous sea
that battered his shore.