I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand. <br />Adrift at sea; lost, scared and cold; in desperate need of land. <br /> <br />From whence came I? What purpose here? Which course should I set sail? <br />My heart longs after former home, yet all my senses fail. <br /> <br />Rotating, searching, looking out; no means to tell the way. <br />And so I drift with every wind, more helpless day by day. <br /> <br />Shall this continue endlessly? Shall sea become despair? <br />A purpose there must surely be, a course to chart…but where? <br /> <br />Then pausing, pondering, opening up…a prompting, “Look above”. <br />In yonder sky, a wisp of white, a sign of hope: a dove. <br /> <br />“Set sail”, my heart cries. “Follow thence. T’wil surely guide to shore”. <br />Yet speed I’ve not. I fall behind. The sign I see no more. <br /> <br />But all’s not lost. The way I know and if to this course I’m true. <br />Then home I shall be once again…my mansion built anew. <br /> <br /> …Jeff Bresee<br /><br />Jeff Bresee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sign/
