Wow.. it is midnight already and I have not completed much of what I wanted to do. I have not finished all my replies nor welcomed the new people and then there are those who are having a tragic weekend that need comforting. I am just so very grateful there are so many of us to be there for each other around the clock. Nothing worse than reaching out in the last moments of desperation to find only emptiness and the dark. Tomorrow is yet another day and my goal to make it to church is still set in stone. I promise to get caught up in the forums afterwards.
Until then join me upon the waves of an old sailing ship, long away at sea waiting for the dawn of the new day to guide us...
The night mellowed with age
pours forth the panorama of the sky.
The last whispers having stilled,
now only the patterned waves
sound off the gliding hull.
The bow cutting its ever sure path
speaks to these sentinels of light,
friendly wanders of travel
who move but never as to stray
from their well charted ways.
Trailing, liberated into the night,
a flame of white charges
from beneath the stern to be lost
in the most distant dark.
The last watch stands
to await the morn.
But darkness's seamless drape
is dipped in a heavy hue
that alludes to no weakening.
So there is at first only a hint
which can be but felt.
Then follows a glimpse;
the shallowest band of light
affirms the ending of the night.
Until ascends the knowledge that
quiet's shading is now past.
-Bill Sr.