THE SIGN
I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand.
Adrift at sea; lost, scared and cold; in desperate need of land.
From whence came I? What purpose here? Which course should I set sail?
My heart longs after former home, yet all my senses fail.
Rotating, searching, looking out; no means to tell the way.
And so I drift with every wind, more helpless day by day.
Shall this continue endlessly? Shall sea become despair?
A purpose there must surely be, a course to chart…but where?
Then pausing, pondering, opening up…a prompting, “Look above”.
In yonder sky, a wisp of white, a sign of hope: a dove.
“Set sail”, my heart cries. “Follow thence. T’wil surely guide to shore”.
Yet speed I’ve not. I fall behind. The sign I see no more.
But all’s not lost. The way I know and if to this course I’m true.
Then home I shall be once again…my mansion built anew.
…Jeff Bresee
- jeff bresee's blog
- Login or register to post comments
thumbs up
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.co
Great poem Jeff, I enjoyed the flow of the reading. Today I am feeling a bit like this:
"A purpose there must surely be, a course to chart…but where?"
keep up the good work :)
follow your heart
Thanks. What course to chart...follow the feelings of your heart. A wise person once said, "If you do not put your heart first, then in the end it will make no difference you put first instead,"
Smashing
Write! Jeff. well done for this. I love the use of language here, and you have incorporated the rhyme well. I often have difficulty with this one.
Deborah