Sunday, October 10, 2010

At the Sea

We sail the world
Like flocked birds migrating
Yet we’re all alone,
In solitude,
In that silence,
Sometimes afraid,
Too often troubled,
Enflamed by love,
Satisfied by beauty
We travel seas apart
Miles away
Only to find home
Is where we are
In our naked selves.
Yes anchors are up
Our rudders turning
Winds…our breath blowing
Often we hurry
Then at times lazy
We cram and procrastinate
rushing and tumbling.
We time our actions
Our deeds rehearsed
But plans are maps
Written lands and waters
however life at sea
Are lived
all but a day.
We sure do sail
All over
Even under
Above the clouds
And to the wonders
Praying at storms
Cease and abate.
At triumphs
Bottles are raised
Toasting to the God,
Who created the waves
Thanking the heart
That beats
And the love
that made them be.

Sailors are sons
Of the great Poseidon
But pirates,
They are warriors
Of this vaster blue.
Whichever flag
tied on the mast
We all sail
With our reason paddling
For dreams we row
Our lives as boats
At the sea.


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