(3rd week of Dec 2020)

Stranded Spirit

We have no course as clear
as the one we dream
All the rest is a restless fight
against a rushing stream

Sunlight wanes as these narrow miles
lead us away from our heart's goals
The chances dwindling all the time
and the cares of life take their tolls

Yet I see the eyes of fate
are not as cruel as I feared
Once into the veil of night
did my brave soul peer

There I heard a whisper deep
and an echo from some place divine
The truth alone that the heavens keep
Alone this treasure of a life that's mine

For it is poetic in its own right
It is tragic and it is grand
And on the other side of night
My stranded spirit shall make its stand