Stone Face

While observing an ore ship on Lake Superior,  fighting the NE winds out of Duluth, MN.

I set my face to the wind;
My bow to the breakers.

I point my nose in the untamed direction;
My hull to the white-capped waves.

I have seen the casualties of the tempest;
Vessels rusting in the deep.

But they had not my courage, nor my certainty.
They knew not my compass, nor my harbor.

I embark from the place of freedom.
I come from the sacred port.

I journey with One who has been to the distant shores.
I am captained by the Keeper of all horizons.