The Departure

A ship moving, plowing through the waves

the lifting of her calling, the bay lets go

sails snap to attention

forgetting the anchor,

there is only the horizon,

an ocean waiting

to receive her with

benevolent

waves.

A time of freedom

and expectation.

     

Another week is beginning. Are you ready for the open sea?

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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