My Faith VIII


My faith teaches me that our dreams can evolve, changing, pushing us

as a never ending wind, filling our sails with power and strength, taking us

further than we ever imagined. We control the helm,

but He makes the wind.


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Lift Your Sails


You may need to rebuild your vessel, but even if you do

make sure you lift your sails, expecting the wind, expecting to succeed

conquering the waves, holding on tightly to the helm

as you lean into the grey, into the lighting.


Let the wind take you, to that place

where there is only peace and calm seas, the sun

leading you to the endless horizon,

and where your sails are full

of courage.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies