Our Harbor Home
Walked on the bitter wind when I was old and you were just a kid. I a gray shadow to your youth. In image and metaphor displayed symbols of the Lord I live for. I spelled out all the wisdom that I knew.
Life is a wide sea which we sail. The boat is our body. The soul its crew. The stars in the heavens our prayers leading us to our harbor home.
The boys eye’s twinkled as the moon did rise and the dirt road came to an end. You’re telling me there’s more to life than this? Vague ideas of success and a lust for life I never can clutch to my breast. I feel fake and always let down.
I knew just when He beckoned me. The wind was in the north. It was blowing me back towards the gates of jubilee.
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