Burning Certainty
Sailing ships on sparkling waters
carry me to shining cities—stunning and
starry. The winds blow me where I would
not go on my own, would not venture
from my overstuffed sofa by the fire, except
that I am compelled to go, to be sent, to go
into all the world and tell them. And when the
dazzle fades, and I’m left rolling upon the salty
seas in a storm, I am like Dorothy looking for
the Emerald City, recalling again and again,
“there is no place like home; there is no place
like home.” And yet I live in the urgent reality,
the burning certainty that I am “seeking a city
whose Builder and Maker is God.” I’m filling my
ship with sheaves, sheaves to present before
the Lord of the Harvest. I will see the Captain of
my ship, along side the mighty heavenly host someday
when I finally land on gleaming shores awash with angels.
©Bonnie Saul Wilks
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I love this Bonnie! Awash with angels . . . revelatory, exotic, buoyant.
Exotic, buoying, revelatory!
sailing, sparkling, shining, stunning, starry. Wow! What a fine use of adjectives in alliteration. It captivates.
Our steadiness in the calm and the storm is the depth of the keel helping us maintain our uprightness