DANE JACOBS MAN THE HELM, SET THE COURSE

SAIL ON

O brother, my brother

of the stormy seas,

waves that ever raged ‘neath the calm winds.

You knew, you understood that currents and tides

could any moment take your sails

in directions unbidden.

In having beaten the hurricane;

Many times sailed the whirlwind

it was but a slack breeze;

none left to fill your sail,

that you may pass the shoal

one more time.

A bend to your keel,

that took you from the shore of living victory

to shores of peace

where storms rage no more.

Heaven’s door opens,

standing there is my brother,

my brother

too soon sailed off 

not used to days light

navigator by Polaris' sight.

O brother, O brother gone are you now,

sailed past them beloved by you.

Yet loving you, loving you still.

Your dreams have come to be

the nightmares of a world too dearly paid for

are ended now; escaped.

Cry not out in the darkness any more

I hear your soft voice saying

be still,

be still, listen for on the breeze of freedom,

I am on liberty,
no longer adrift, at sea no more.

© M Durfee

6.7.2014