Sail On My Friend Poem by Curtis Johnson

Sail On My Friend
by Curtis Johnson

Just a few will act divine
Not everyone is nice and kind
But everyone will get hurt sometimes

Occasionally, someone will cross the line
Some will even become insensitive at times
But we all have mountains that we must climb

So often life is like being whipped by a raging storm
Or like being lashed by the winds
Or like an angry and troubled sea

Winds, like unbearable people
Storms, like unrelenting circumstances
Troubled seas, ripping away the peace and control
All are fierce and forceful, hurting badly sometimes

Have you heard the story of the old seaman?
He said, “In fierce storms there’s only one thing to do;
There’s only one way. You must set the ship in a certain
Position and leave it there”.

Though everything around me be altered and troublesome,
May I set my position, stay the course for the duration, and sail on

Some hurts are quick, visible, and anyone can know
Others are subtle, sharp and pointed, so deep and will not easily show
Some hurts are hidden, and tears are held back that otherwise would flow
Others are not so hidden, but let us know when they are feeling really low

Not all hurts and ills are cause for alarm, because some people learn to cope
Some of us will golf, or run marathons, and others will float away on a big sail boat
They will easily adjust and move on, and never be found hanging on the end of a rope
This is my plea, my prayer, for you dear one: Sail on! Sail on my friend, and never lose hope

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