Victory at See

To sail the night in pirating fancy

heart's vessel flowing in vision's drift

mind's compass steering through memory's waters

recalling the times when course reached

the cascading seconds of dire dismay.

Clutching the mast of truth

soul clings to faith's  rudder,

aware how no ocean of travail

is without sharks and savage swells,

but refusing to forget heaven's isle of destination.

One more breeze from hope's trade winds

entrances with images that bear gold in the spirit

as inspiration's scent intoxicates the trust mariner's senses

so the hands will not release the grip of obedience

staying the course despite the dangers of circumstance's reefs.

Eyes looking through enlightenment's spyglass

see the pending perils, but refusing to retreat

or drop anchor at excuse's harbor,

not seduced into thinking threats are mirages

only aware divine captain always has brings his crew to victory's port.