The Sign

I wake to find a scene unkind, 

on vessel I do stand.

Adrift at sea, lost, scared and cold, 

in desperate need of land.

 

“Why am I here? Where should I turn?” 

“Which course should I set sail?”

I try to keep myself composed, 

but all my senses fail.

 

Rotating, searching, looking out, 

no means to know the way.

And so, I drift with every wind 

more helpless day by day.

 

“Shall this continue endlessly?”

“Shall sea become despair?”

“A purpose there must surely be, 

a course to chart… but where?”

 

Then pausing, pondering, opening up, 

a prompting, “Look above”.

In distant sky, a wisp of white, 

a sign of hope - a dove.

 

“Set sail!”, my heart cries. “Follow thence 

until you reach the shore.”

Yet speed I’ve not.  I fall behind.  

The sign I see no more.

 

But all’s not lost. The way I know, 

if to this course I’m true,

then home I shall be once again… 

my mansion built anew.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think this one is a metaphor for life. If we want the doves to come, we must believe they will and be patient.