Of Boats and Seas

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If I were a boat, and you the seas,

I’d hoist my sail and let the breeze

Bear me ever homeward bound,

Within your harbour, safe and sound;

And if a storm should cause dismay

With roaring gale and stinging spray,

You’d take the wheel, your waves escort

My shaking hull to safer port.

Midst unknown anchorage, should I

Dismiss my destiny, my why,

You’d paint my name upon my deck

In sea-foam green, lest I forget

That I am one with deeper swells,

With azure waves, and sea-carved shells,

With pirate kings, and mermaid songs;

For in your arms, my sail belongs.

 

Hope Unfolds

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Hope unfolds, a wrinkle in time,

boutonniere in a funeral pocket.

It whispers to the weary

when gale-force winds shout,

yet its stir conquers kingdoms

and uproots emperors,

one pale pink petalĀ at a

time. Hope is one drop

of one wave of one ocean,

yet it carves out its allotment

of the shoreline with a steady

hand. It dares to grasp the moon,

sleep with stars, paint the

Sistine Chapel, bow at the throne

of heaven, bloom on a cursed earth.

Hope is the candle in the window

to call its sons home…