by Glenn Johnson
You . . . I . . . life's sailors we.
Two ships on the vast ocean of life . . . leagues distant.
Each traveling . . . sometimes . . . to destinations known. . . Sometimes . . . traveling to destinations unknown . . .
Most often . . . just going somewhere . . .
Carried by spiritual winds of our hearts.
Not yet fully knowing width and breadth of trust . . . True faith?
Any way, what are these spiritual winds of the heart?
Where do they come from?
Reaching, feeling our way to places, just places, any place . . .
Searching, squinting in the light . . .
Trusting the light will shine on goodness, maybe love.
Not even knowing . . .
How do we know what harbors to drop our heart's anchor?
Harbors each a certain and telling heart line.
Learn to study the heart line.
Marking our maps where to return . . .
Marking our maps where not to return.
Friendly harbors . . .
Ones to linger and drop the anchor deep . . .
Then disembark and call home.
Life's painful puzzles . . . Breaking our hearts . . .
The desperate struggle to heave anchor from the deep.
Drifting with the prevailing winds . . .
Uncertain of direction . . .
Uncertain of harbors unknown . . .
Then, after the in good time . . .
Starboard sighting of harbor new . . .
Heart line of safe harbor?
Small boat of the heart traveling to the warmth of this light.
What is this light?
Like a moth to it drawn with trust and faith.
Pass ship harbor anchored . . .
Closer and closer. . . .
Light brighter and brighter . . .
Heart flooding with warmth and goodness . . .
Finally we meet . . . Is this love true?
Yes, chain of hope guides anchor deep.
Harbor of embrace welcomes mystery of love?
Caution released to rise inflamed by the sun.
Trusting the light to rest arms in arms . . .
Entwined bodies and hearts.
Enthralled . . .
The heaviness of breathing
Up for air. . . Lungs fill with airs life . . .
The surprise of breathing together . . .
Life time of breath together?
Harbor of a joyous we . . .
Day by day by day . . . loves carpenters we . . .
Together building a lasting we.
Cruel surprise . . .
Cradled arms in arms . . .
Last breaths of life.
A final gasp.
Heart lifts anchor as it must . . . .
Look back . . . forever thankful . . .
This harbor light forever to be carried . . .
Its map to be framed and forever hung in the heart.
Leagues and time, oblivious time, sailing the spiritual sea . . .
Harbor sighting . . .
Is this a safe harbor light distance gazed?
Is this a distant harbor light of we?
Uncertainty . . . Check the heart line.
Possible signs heart line of safe harbor.
True vision? A decided us?
Heart's risk . . .
In your harbor, anchor descends deep into my heart.