Sail on

Sail On

My Father knows what’s in my soul –

Unlike me who can watch the waters for

a glimpse of life just below the surface;

yet all I see is my own reflection

of a distant yearning.

My Father knows my potential –

unlike me when I become discouraged;

when passions within battle for recognition;

when a pebble tossed creates mere ripples which

to me appear as waves.

My Father knows my innermost desires –

Though my needs, to me,

are frequently intensified;

panic sending waves of emotion crashing

upon my jagged shore.

My Father gives me peace –

The tranquil calm that laps soothingly upon my

beaten spirit; though the channel splatters

me against rocks of uncertainty, my eternal

destination quiets the turmoil. I sail on.

Jean

Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thanks whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Three Doors

Three Doors

As morning breaks through windowpane,
A growing light is softly lain.
I sit alone, upon the floor,
Here before me, lies three doors.

As my eyes behold the growing light
The doors appear before my site,
I then realize that I must choose.
So much to gain, so much to lose!

One door leads down darkened paths
Broken dreams and troubled pasts.
The "natural man" says "Through this walk"...
Where Satan rules and Demons stalk!

Horrified; I then refuse!!
This choice would mean; my soul too lose!
Still darkness seems to draw me in,
"There is no law; There is no sin."

This cannot be; this is not truth!
For I was taught while in my youth.
Our God imparts to every man,
The knowledge of His gracious plan.

The second door doth now appear,
Through this door there is no fear.
A rosy path; so well worn.
For these roses have no thorns.

My soul desires to walk this way,
Amid the light of perfect day,
For "Rest and Peace" my soul doth seek.
But will this path make me weak?

"This path is easy, it is true,
The choice to make is up to you.
To walk this path you must know,
You will not learn, you will not grow".

Then behind the third door, words were spoken;
"You cannot enter unless you open.
Then I will come and heal your soul,
Life evermore you will know"

"You will still know pain and sorrow,
The Balm of Gilead, you will borrow,
But here you will not walk alone;
For this path will lead you home"

William E Lee
Copyright 2011)