Faith on the Seven Seas
Slowly, the sails unfurl.
Slowly, they fill with the west wind.
My gray hair ruffles
as I pull the anchor up from the mud,
the most important lesson of all,
that I do not need a destination
to travel, and yet somehow,
I will arrive.
About this poem
A poem about faith, and about a hard-won lesson.
The picture was taken at Mystic Seaport in CT.