I anchored myself in your harbour
and you gave me sails hand woven
to navigate the waters of the year.
You did not promise me absolutes,
that I would know the outcome
before the day I set sail, no.
You promised me your presence
at the helm.
You didn't tell me where we would
but you have the map and are open
There is a way to go but many possible
options on how to get there
and you taught me to enjoy the salty air,
watch for seagulls and how life
surprises you on any given day.
We have learned to go slow
when slow is required
and to listen for the weather.
We have learned to respect the elements
that are greater
and find ourselves in prayer.
All silent with you on deck
going with the swell,
lying on our backs and counting things celestial,
waiting for nothing,
because everything we need is here.
May my days be baptised in love.
Photography Unsplash - Armando Castillejos
Listen to The Voyage by Amanda Cook