Every day I find the same thing,
Thorns and whips and nails;
Something to suffer along the way
On the search for the Holy Grail;
Head winds and updrafts
And eddies and cascades
As I struggle to learn to sail
To float on the currents
Of the unseen darkness
Like a blind man
Reading by Braille;
Lost except for a compass within
A longing for return to good port;
Looking at the trip as a serious journey
Than rather a catch or a sport;
The water is the call of the spirit and the deep
The wind is a portent of change
My soul is a refuge from the lure of the senses
And from the world which will always seem strange.
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The Living God needs us
To accept our solitary journey and our cross
In order to continue His life today,
The life and redemptive power of His Christ.
See Col 1:24-29