This last sea we have travelled
towards a journey’s end, has been
perilously treacherous and inundated
with Bermuda Triangle-like whirlwind
waters. Violent wrinkling waves tossed
us off course so many times that we lost
all sense of directions and became like a ship
whose stern and bow had been compassed
into extreme opposite directions.
With shattered sails and ship-wrecking water
intake, we were washed to the shores of a strange
island where we anchored in faith and visionary hope
of survival. Bewildered, we languished for days and nights
in submerged agony that wretched at our bowels of being.
Yet, within the Titanic time thereof, we mended our sails
and patched sinking holes and re-voyaged the journey’s end
well aware that the docking shores remain before us to land
on the shores of time with the changing tides of peace and love:
I may not disembark with you, but I’m blessed to log this penning
as we journey not in vain but in the change the WORD always brings.
mlowe5: 11/07/20