BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
TOWARD HARBORING AT EVENING
Robert A. Woodall
This poem, Toward Harboring at Evening, was published as part of a collection of Robert A. Woodall’s poems, Let Mind Give Way to Heart. It seems appropriate that it be posted today, since Bob began his sail on “a virgin sea” on January 21, 2012.
Is this the time when I must leave
sure things that I have known
And sail a virgin sea to where
the winds of fate have blown
Me onward to another shore
with new horizons bold?
Pray not an empty dream, but by
His light this vision hold!
Oh! Captain of my ship of life
sail by the eastern star,
That on this dark and storm tossed sea
I shall not wander far.
Although her helm may twisting test
my sinews and my mind,
By sextant of a faithful heart,
I’ll clear safe channel find.
And when by evenings light I sail
into the golden bay.
With ensign full atop her mast,
“Come, Harbor Master, say”
That I may lower anchor here
and sing upon this shore,
In faith to find my moorage paid,
that I need sail no more.
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