Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Doldrums—A Poem

Written a couple years back, but still describes my life at times:

The Doldrums

Sailing, full on,
Fair winds, making way,
The tiller sure and solid.

And then...the wind is gone,
The sails hang limp,
The tiller is dead and lifeless...

Oh, how I remember,
Oh, how I yearn for fresh wind!
For the wind on my face.

All that I can do is wait.........
There is no way to move,
And no where else to go.

I must stay alert, ready, expectant.
Wind will come again,
And I must not abandon ship.

Come, fresh wind...
Fill my sails again...
Fill me again.

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