Uneasy passage.
Sails
unfurled.
Gentle
breeze.
Course
charted.
Journey
begins.
Confident
sense of
future.
Clear sailing.
For awhile,
clear sailing.
Warm sun
gentle sea.
Course
clear and
sound.
Tacking
along the
way.
Squall
on the
horizon.
Decisions
to be
made.
Gales
blowing,
sails straining.
Water churning.
Decisions
to be made.
Pressure
building.
Straining
confidence.
Decisions
falter.
Off course,
being driven
off course.
Sunny sky’s
calm waters
nowhere
to be seen,
things of
the past.
Mistakes
made.
Countless
tacking
errors.
Destination
now uncertain.
Waves cresting
water swamping.
Holding on.
Looking for
safe harbor.
Peering through
the fog,
the rain.
Journey
over.
Looking
down now.
Analyzing.
Analyzing
the whole.
Sadly
realizing
upon
refection.
Was
not the
navigator
I expected
I’d be.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 2nd, 2021 09:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
But your navigation brought you home to us with your wonderful words John.
Andy
Hi Andy,
Thank you for these kind words.
JP
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