The Voyage

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I wrote this poem on a beautiful sunny September morning.  We were at sea and it was in the hours before our last seminar together with Abraham and Esther.  Enjoy 🙂

When heavy skies hang damp and cool

In an English Channel grey

The Silhouette – our ship most fine

Sails ‘midst white horses soaked in brine,

Her gleaming bows cut through with ease

These swollen, choppy, steely seas.

 

It’s far above her waking decks

I find Crow’s quiet, cosy nest,

Astounding views, expanding views

One eighty of the very best

Where sky meets Sea and seagulls soar

I gasp wide-eyed and feel the more.

 

The passage smooth, our course is south

Beyond a blue Atlantic mouth

Where Spanish flare and passions rise

To Lisbon’s ancient castle prize.

A voyage so rich, this journey’s sweet

Exploring, moving, much to meet.

 

Gibraltar’s Straits, her monkeys too

Moroccan peaks, surprising views.

The Silhouette, our ship most fine,

Her crew, the people, cabin – mine!

Momentum grows, quickening pace

Blessed beauty, abundant grace.

 

Laughter’s sails fill with glee

Voyaging the Med, Blue Sapphire’s Sea

Where rests a harbour, jewel of calm

And Roman roads are lined with palms.

There marble paths lead smooth as glass

To ancient ruins, stories past.

 

There’s so much more I wish to say –

The friendships, contrast and the play

My moonlighted cabin bathed in light

Soft Ocean whispers through the night

Until new threshold, day is born

And magic sparkles with the dawn.

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