The ship's sail was taut in the wind
But was rippling with such ferocity
It appeared as though it would rip cleanly
From the mast at any moment.
She was empty, yet sailing she went-
On and on,
Towards the horizon,
Towards the End of the earth,
Into the days of tomorrow,
Into the sunset like a drifting cliché,
Until she went over the edge,
Landing in the palm of a gentle god,
A god who takes care of those he loves,
And who loves the things he's created;
Who created all we see-
Clouds, flowers, mountains, the earth itself-
And all we cannot see-
Love, fear...and the beautiful horizon over which
Our tiny vessel fell into his warm, welcoming hand,
Saved from demise,
And brought to a river of gold in all it's wonder.
And where can we find this river and the ship
Which sails its waters?
Take a boat into the ocean;
Drop the oars into the water,
Left to sink or rot, whichever nature finds most poetic;
And drift.
Let the current of the ocean lead you to the river.
But you must have faith in your gut
...And love in your heart.
Chris Graham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-the-days-of-tomorrow/
