Sagacious scrolls of ageless acumen
cut from wisdom’s woods,
unfurled visions flow through the mind,
washed the soothing scents of pine
while mountain top reveries
danced the spirit through the sky,
and the lure from a mariner’s liberty
by the sea’s brisk salty perfume.
To sail beyond the portals of presumed
upon an azure ocean swirling in reverie swells,
towards the isle in the heart
of inner peace and truth,
one voyage by the charts
drawn by inspired hands
who followed heaven’s compass.
Through the tranquil cerulean waves
sails the cerebral sailor,
happily floating by heart and soul
onto the paradise of profound,
it is passage of true freedom
the journey always headed for the light.
What joy comes at its end
far from the shoals of ignorance.
Then dropping anchor
at that cove
God blesses with His wind
softly feeling the air comb of bliss
brush its bristles over the skin,
finally arriving at a home
only appearing on the Lord’s charts.
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) But there feels like something deeper than usual lately
