Monday, October 17, 2011

Foggy Feelings

Fog over the water is eerie to me;
The sea has become the sky,
And the sky has become the sea.
Many lured by the sirens' songs
Realize too late that
Their direction is wrong.

We're back home after years away.
There is no way to predict
How long, this time, we'll stay.
Our life's seas have been rough,
Our ride has been quite wild
For me, being partners is enough.

The captain of my ship is off;
May his journey be safe,
And his landing be soft,
His mission be noble, his path true.
May his reward be the pleasure
In the work that he'll do.

1 comment:

  1. It is hard for us who haven't been forced out of our homes to truly understand the impact that must have. As I read this and see the question, "For how long are we home?" There must be knowledge there that was not there 10-20 yrs ago.

    I liked the entry!

    Love from Florida