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          POEMS - 2018 - Day and Night


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          DAY and NIGHT


          In the light of day,

          I'll stand and fight,

          But in quiet coves,

          I'll hide by night,

          On blustery days,

          I'll sail for fun,

          But when evening sets,

          I am on the run.


          Sometimes by day,

          When I am strong,

          I'll take the wheel,

          And find my rest,

          But in the night,

          I'll toss the oars,

          And give up on,

          My only quest.


          Shall I walk the ship's plank,

          By night,

          And catch myself,

          By day?

          Or dare I choose,

          That whatever the news,

          To let my God,

          Have His way?


          The tides by day,

          Are strong and grand,

          But lock me high,

          By night on dry land,

          Oh! Blessed is,

          The latter rain,

          That washes me back out,

          To sea again!


          Oh! How I’d miss,

          The ocean deep,

          And the call of the wild,

          In my veins!

          If I could not answer,

          The salty cries,

          And break,

          These earthen chains.


          Should metal armour,

          Be my dress,

          Or silken cloth,

          My skin caress?

          Should my beating heart,

          Drum for war,

          Or dancing shoes,

          Glide o’re the floor?


          But then one day,

          When the setting sun,

          Had sailed just out,

          Of view,

          I heard it say,

          “You can head for home,

          But your time is way,

          Past due!”


          And then on the horizon,

          Though the flash was faint,

          I bid my soul,

          Without restraint,

          To grasp a glimpse,

          Of Heaven’s Gate,

          Where saints and sinners,

          Meet their fate.


          I strained to catch,

          A peek inside,

          Where day and night,

          Do not abide,

          And just as the gates,

          Clanged to a close,

          I yelled, “Please God heal,

          This faint repose!”


          Then swiftly as not,

          To Common Ground,

          I stood between,

          The rift,

          Where day and night,

          Come together as one,

          And under the stars,

          We drift.


          SW  -  April 4, 2018


          HAPPY EASTER 2018 !!!


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          Under the stars we drift ...


          SW - April 4, 2018




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