Sail

SAIL 



In the attic  dusty and dark and dry
The sail was in a  confining  box, 
Never looked at, never used   
Packed slack and crumpled, 
In the stuffy atmosphere of the attic -
Buried  for long years.
It has never known the real smell of the sea
And the strength of the real ocean wind 
That will tighten the cloth,
Will wet it with salty drops of the sea.
Last week I took it out and 
Fixed it to my boat

Now filled with real winds 
And moving as it was  
Always  meant   to move, 
To the fullest extent, 
Being allowed to assume 
The beautiful shape
It was designed  to have, 
It catches all eyes
With its grace and beauty -
Powering  movement and progress. 
 
The sail  is alive now
Anticipating something.
Like dolphins at her prow
It knows something is ahead 
And strains to get there.
God’s breath  pours energy in 
The sail pours energy out
Directing the boat to the open sea

Now it billows and ripples  with power -
A breast filled with hope. 
The waves open  at the boat’s bow,
Foam with  her motion -  
And her passionate rocking  
Makes  love endlessly to the waves.

lyric

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