Deliverance
On a grey day by a grey sea
As the tide flees this steady shore,
Two children —
altogether mindless of Monday
and the grim anguish of their parents,
Greet white-capped waves with ecstasy
And far away, a three-sailed bark,
Poised on the edge of sky and sea
Slips silent into mystery.
Who stands before the mast?
Is it the shadow of the man?
Or does this brim-full heart,
holding his hand,
Chart a sure course by some forgotten star
To bring him home again?
