A Tillerman's Story
A Tillerman's Story
To each, a compass, would I give this day..,
to help guide through the treacherous waters of life.
For we humans, oft found wanting, do stray..!
bumping bows of other's, leave hearts torn in strife.
Wield well this gift, to find love and compassion..,
reach out your hand, to those who can't help themselves.
Keel mindful of other's compass fashioned..,
not empty heart'd parcels left on empty shelves.
Course plotted, life's vessel yours to command..,
not squalid, rudderless tillerman to relent.
To reason, be fast friend, tho' understand...
the Universe may still hold you in contempt.
Keep song in your heart, and let voice be likened to a lightning rod's.
"Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's;
and to God the things that are God's."
The moral & gift of the Tillerman's story...
use your compass to find a path to Glory.
"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony."
-Mahatma Gandhi
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2019
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