Leaving the Harbor

It is time.

Time to move past,
beyond
the harbor, time
to believe in things unseen,
to sail into the night,
into horizons that have loomed
like an ancient army, hungry, evil, dark,
waiting to devour you
at the first sign of life,

time to grasp a benevolent God
you can not see, but have always claimed,
time to, Peter-like, walk on water,
to turn sunset into a fiery dawn
and defy those who left you for dead,
for wounded, a victim
of age and lies
and set sail.

For there are adventures yet to be had.
Love yet to be claimed.
Glorious failures and secret victories await you.
Yes, even now.

It is time.

About this poem

Unexplored territory is always the most frightening, and the most exciting. And when that unexplored territory is in our souls…..

Tom