The wind
gently carries me along
as I attempt crossing
the Sea of Atlas
My sails billowing
I drink in the salty
breeze - fully exposed
to elements of God’s canvas
His palette reflects delightful
sunny skies in fair weather
And I am most grateful
for the sailor’s friend
The wind






This reminds me of when I was younger, we used to go sailing on a ship in the harbor, it was always so nice and breezy (somtimes a little too breezy!) Great write!
Peace, love & hugs always, xx Your sister, xx Cyn
P.S. The sailboat is now sailing...

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