Twenty-nine years of salt and spray,
A listing ship on a darkening deep.
Before the hull begins its sweep,
I’ll hold the gold of a brighter day.
There once was love, there once was us,
There once was joy in the rising sun.
Though the voyage is nearly done,
I find a peace I can truly trust.
The sea is rough, the path is wide,
Memories held by a worn out thread.
God’s hands still spread
Love and healing for the journey ahead.
We unfurl our lives as the timbers part,
Bound by shreds of mercy and thinning air.
I leave the slivers of grace right there-
A quiet anchor for this grateful heart.