A smile plays at your lips.
You feel the soft wooden handles of the wheel beneath your fingers,
Rejoice in the calm of a fresh day.
You breathe deep.
The air, crisp and sweet,
It fills your weary lungs.
So to, the gleaming sails now taut and full, as well.
It stirs up your hair and brushes past your face.
The bow cutting through the blue green swells forward and onward, once again.
You think back to the night before.
Hunkered beneath the creaking deck.
You squint your eyes and gaze about and that is when you see.
The place that you find your self on this new morning,
It’s right where you ought to be.
These aren’t the coordinates you had set before the squall kicked up.
It wasn’t your original plan.
Strangely, wonderfully, you find that what lies upon the horizon,
Is what you set out for from the start.
Your smile widens and you realize a new and profound truth.
Your ship was not unmanned last night, while you hid out down far below.
The ship is a trusty one.
It’s weathered storms before,
Ever carrying you through.
A tear rolls down your freckled cheek.
Now finally you know.
You know the reason you’ve made it through the wind and driving rain.
The ship is strong and sturdy, true.
But the Captain, the real Captain, it is He who has carried you through.
While you waited out the storm, unable to set the course.
The Navigator was there all the time.
Setting the path.
Guiding you on.
His strong calloused hands, took control of the spinning wheel.
Set the course in the blackest of nights.
He knew just where you were going, even when you could not see.
You look down at your hands.
They know this wheel so well.
The salted tear, it hits your lips as they curl up once again.
You open your fingers, drop your hands to the side.
And turn over the wheel.
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