Sail Boat - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A sailboat has no direction
But to go wherever it is taken
Drift or tides make no mistake
We too must glide across this lake.
This endlessly, deep dark, fractured ocean.
And row, possibly without an oar
Navigate possibly without a rudder
Or hold fast without a well-bedded anchor.
We too must abhor and even at times adhere
To stir in the devil's own water courses his ashen fiery winds.
Till the buoys of time
Turn and direct us in-on-a-wave returning to the tides soul.
Surf like until, another or Him directs us home.
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