Quest Poem by M.W. Ketchel

Sun's bright rays gently envelope me
as soft tropical breezes roll toward shore.
My mainsail is set for the unknown sea,
and I grow restless, my soul a storm.

The ocean's waves carry o'er the days
while solitary nights beckon the soul to search for truth.
The sight of the sea at dawn make me sing out in praise,
and my mind's eye recalls scenes of innocence and youth.

There is a thrill of simply being
where beginning and end are joined, the circle complete.
This worthy vessel shall sail on, my soul not fearing,
for this ship knows her course, and I am finding peace.

Life's searching draws one closer to the source,
and each must find the path nto his own destiny.
So sail on, my friend, and steer a true course,
for the sea will beckon, and you will be what you will be.