Just as the wind has come about
And it's time to change tack;
There's a new hand on the tiller
Of the mutinous, rudderless boat;
Now doomed to float aimlessly,
Until it arrives at an uncharted port
Its cargo spoiled, wasted, ruined.
Who knows what lurks around the corner
What twists and turns await
The one thing of which we can be certain
Is our very uncertain fate
Don’t be complacent
And expect the inclement
You will be blown off course
You will be tempted astray
You will encounter hurdles
Inevitable along the way
The measure of a man
Or indeed a woman
Not achievement per se
But resilience demonstrated
And ability to adapt
To overcome and thrive
Rather than being frustrated
Grasping the nettle
Keep persisting
Ignoring obstacles
Evolving and adapting
Striving and conquering
Riding the waves
Not succumbing
Mastery of the future
Favours the brave
Call on me when your boat is sinking,
you’re blown off course, or you’ve run aground,
call on me when you’re lost in the wilderness,
call on me when you want to be found.
Call on me when the tough decisions
you have to make are too hard to bear,
when you have doubts, when the price seems too high to pay,
call on me, and I will be there.
Call on me when the future’s daunting,
when you’ve lost hope, when the darkness won’t end,
when you’re in pain, when you grieve, when you’re scared and alone,
call on me when you need a friend.
Steadfast are winds that begin as a gentle breeze,
ruffling waves as they rise over Earth's seven seas.
As quickly as zephyrs blow crested waves ashore,
time and circumstances alter our lives much more.
What was once a newly budded flower in Spring,
will oft' find itself plucked like a broken heart string.
Fragile blooms wither, their petals fall to the ground
but new buds will return and in beauty abound.
Lightning blinds us with mistakes we made in the past.
Thunder roars and clouds darken, but storms never last.
Though we may be blown off course in winds of sorrow,
the sun will rise at the dawn of each tomorrow.
Take hope in knowing that all bad things come to pass
and you will find that it is faith that fills your glass
Having decided to move on he trekked onwards down to Lake Malawi pausing overnight
on its lush banks. Watching the animals and birds coming to drink in the fading light,
lions roaring nearby. Nearly time for them to hunt, an awesome display of their might.
Yet seldom messing with the elephants, little chance against their towering height.
Moving on come morning following the coast through Mozambique the ocean a pretty sight
murmuring waves lapping the coral white sands and forming pools an eel giving him a fright
Steadily heading south destination Durham. There to catch a clipper finding its berth tight.
Avoiding the bows where caught fast is a ray stinking worse than potato blight.
Blown off course, he sees Table mountain towering cast in tropical golden light
Impatient now to make up lost time the captain orders full sail and the ship takes flight
over the Indian Ocean watching the dolphins cavorting , they arrive at Port Hedland a welcome sight
The crispness of the day
clarified my confusion.
Icy fronds perforated and
injected furred up elements
with sparkling clarity.
The fog cleared.
My mind had been tossed
on storm clouds of bewilderment.
Winds of change had carried
me away from where I
wanted to be - blown off course.
The tempest stilled.
When the sun shone it
penetrated the dark corners
of doubt. It's heat warming
the cold bleakness of abandonment;
the golden glow
melting a winter of loneliness.
A spring of hope is sprung.
A newness of vision and
clarity of contentment.
A new, refreshing direction.
Silver lining shimmering in the
winter sun. Storm clouds gone.
Large
monarchs-
illegal
migrants blown off course
from
Maine
to Mexico-
fleeting lives now
done.
Why is it we love so
passionately...
...why is it we love so
deep...
is it that true love...
understands...
...giving love unselfishly...
this true love I speak of...
for many untapped resource...
...found in a single rain drop
...in a discarded windswept
rose petal...blown off course...
for some given naturally...
by angles...the purest source...
two hearts bind love with
the universe...
one day our hearts will
return...
to the great above...
...love forever spoken...
no longer unspoken love...
this desire found in her...
in all natural beauty astound...
a short time cherished...
eternity will resound...
believers know...true love
lives on through all universes...
behind Heavens gate...
on the wings of a dove...
this love eternal love...
for two hearts...this love
sits in wait...
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