A silence hangs.
Lull. Calm.
Wait the wind,
the moment of gathering.
Love, warm, gusting wind,
fill sails, full billow,
to loose the deep anchor
that, riding grief swells, holds a soul here.
The trusted force that comforts those behind
now sweep heart’s boat on
to cross the line
that binds and bounds this life.
Sail on to more pacific streams.
Ruth Shadwell
