By-the-Wind Sailors

As whispering airs take these

By-the-Wind Sailors flying, floating free

One of many, moved by wind

Slicing through time to arrive with Thee.

Life take me.

Hands pressed into prayer

Slicing through air to carve my direction

Hands open to winds in surrender

To move with many, always one of many

Exquisitely translucent blue webbing

like ancient tree rings marking time

Slicing, surrendering, sailing beyond

Always arriving now, hearing Thee

Hands pressed, palms holding the line

While body twirls with sublime.

No returning on seas of time,

Only whirling

Hands pressed into prayer always

Learning, yearning…

Life make me By-the-Wind Sailor

One of many, slicing into surrender

Life take me auspiciously…

onto shores beyond my understanding

Life make me translucent with Thee

Life take me.

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