I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand.
Adrift at sea; lost, scared and cold; in desperate need of land.
From whence came I? What purpose here? Which course should I set sail?
My heart longs after former home, yet all my senses fail.
Rotating, searching, looking out; no means to tell the way.
And so I drift with every wind, more helpless day by day.
Shall this continue endlessly? Shall sea become despair?
A purpose there must surely be, a course to chart…but where?
Then pausing, pondering, opening up…a prompting, “Look above”.
In yonder sky, a wisp of white, a sign of hope: a dove.
“Set sail”, my heart cries. “Follow thence. T’wil surely guide to shore”.
Yet speed I’ve not. I fall behind. The sign I see no more.
But all’s not lost. The way I know and if to this course I’m true.
Then home I shall be once again…my mansion built anew.
…Jeff Bresee
Jeff Bresee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sign/
