The ropes creek with the wet seas, bidding them stick and stay cleated to land. The mooring hums eager for the launch; do dry and dream of new birth. Well fell with yonder star that the ocean is now calling, pleading lose love, drop sword and come away with me.

To plunder eternity and break fast with history. Calculating the cost as elders, young men’s heart bid us run, jump and sail away past reason. We do hurt but for necessity and time. The time to read maps in navigation and beat the season’s storm beyond tomorrow’s bridge

So faithful the chin to endure polite calling. Forgetting all the promises we never thought to make and briefly wish we had. Our hearts leap for willful folly, glory and promise of land and riches. For we have seen the excitement of journey’s made by younger men flashing in our eyes.

Would that you hankered for the wind and sea, but it is the land, the land of the many days of tomorrow that draws your gaze. What of tomorrow when today is yet half folded linen leading to potential ends we knew not had begun. My fantasy is the sea spray of today.

Good to have remembered the sweet, velvet blossoms of springs kindness and comradery. To hold the warm hand and hold someone close and quiet for moments, not for tears but smiles in honest reflection of love and family projected upon the tapestry of life.

But reliance upon these things, not being capital crime go without punishment unless one considers absent divine accomplishment and faith without which it is impossible to please Him. I am luring myself to the snares threatening my achievement of purpose.

The question evolves surrounding how these things are achievable through symbiosis? Well it must be done as the rules of the gospel direct. There are so many of us experiencing snags trying to combine worldly with spiritual which will always produce painful results.