Clear Sailing

Clear Sailing They made it clear to me I was not free regardless of the lies I had been told for they were as the blind who never see soft beauty in the hearts of men so bold I rose upon a crest of raging truth then found that gentler words could also teach for reason is a lover not a brute rounding the rolling stones of learning’s beach Yet ships still run aground in roiling surf when captains underestimate the sea succumb to blind belief in logic’s worth believe the voyage was to set them free Cracked hulls, salt stained decks, soft hearts still seeking hard truth every breaking wave is teaching 10/31/2016