THE IMMEASURABLE MORE

I stand knee deep in water

pleasant, shallow at low tide.

At least I am in it—

so why am I not satisfied?

I look out on the vast expanse

of ocean dotted with bobbing sails

beckoning to me, teasing me

tugging at my yearning to taste

the immeasurable MORE.

I wade around engrossed in studying

my manual on “The Art of Sailing.”

I have listened with shameless envy

to accounts of others who have

hoisted their private sails. 

I pen poems from my imagination

describing by proxy the invigoration

of *The Wind in midstream.

I have highly recommended The Wind

and sailing skills to others

but I continue sloshing around

aimlessly in discontent

wading, waiting—for what?

Finally an empty boat floats near.

The mast is bare but oars are there

so I climb in, push off at last!

Then I sweat and strain

toiling with soulish energy

rowing in foolish circles.

Is this what it’s all about?

Other boats sail effortlessly by

propelled by An Unseen Power.

A folded piece of sailcloth

lies limply in the bottom of the boat

like my disappointed spirit.

The Wind whips against my face

inviting me, drawing me

stirring the depths of my being.

What is this immeasurable MORE?

How shall I capture The Wind

to billow my sail?

I yield to Him—He captures me

and we leave the shore

for a Distant Destiny
heading to the Land of MORE!

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*THE WIND...the Holy Spirit

                                         John 3:8 and Acts 2:1-4