Upon life’s billowing seasMy vessel is sweptWindward. I amStorm-tossedAnd swell-swallowed,Brine-stungAnd surge-whipped.I steer my batteredBut unbroken shipUpon the crashing waves ~Afloat I remain.My vessel salt-stainedAnd wind-lashed,Yet a survivor.In calmer waters,Renewed in purpose,Resolved, am I, to press on.The map is chartedAnd though off course blownYet will I arrive.It is my destiny. ~*~ The truth is, tall ship … More The Voyage