Journeys Poem by Cee Bea

Once more I've slipped sail,
Chartered prophecy as destination
And tossed my sextant Into the blue

The gulls cry
'You are a Fool'

Save one small fellow
Who will rise within the winds...
Facing my storm,
Guarding my favor

'you are no fool...'
He cries
'I will ride the winds with you,
fighting to save The sun'.

I look to Horizon New,
Laughing, deep within my bid

Offering a answer,
To no question, but my own withheld

I offer boldly

'I am but a servant,
...As are we all'

'I do not know my destination'

'But Trust my Ship... the sun and sky,
I know My Father of Fathers
will lead me home... allowing the wind
To fill the sails,
and To keep calm the seas'.

So I sail, my
Destination, the horizon,
knowing it will
not be found on paper or charted

But rather within my effort
... upon Brave journeys