Sailboat

A sailboat has no direction. But to go wherever it-is-taken drift or tides make no mistake we too-must glide across this lake, this endlessly, deep dark-fractured ocean. And row, possibly without an oar navigate possibly without-a-rudder or hold fast without a well-bedded anchor. We-too-must abhors and even-at-times adhere to stir in the devil's own watercourses his ashen fiery winds. Till the buoys of time turn and direct us in on-a-wave returning to the tides soul. Surf-like until another or He directs us home.