My trajectory seemed clear
Since the freedom of the past.
A gentle breeze
To charm the seas
And guide my feeble mast.
The sunshine freely given
As reminder of a love
No one out-streams
Life-giving beams
Cascading from above.
Just the breeze and its beloved
Content to surf each wave
Together as two
In golden hue
Homebound to join the brave.
Yet winds can often move
In routes that might confuse.
A nudge east or west
To do what’s best
And gain more than you lose.
It sure makes a traveler wonder
When the route takes you by
Another soul
Who’s been made whole
The golden joy gleams in his eye.
NOT SINGLED OUT 