Thrill with me on waves and sea
And sail on with the Tide
Going where the Spirit blows
And in those winds abide
Cheek upon a satin feel
A mile down-- angled gaze
Wood grain lines lie drifting far
Long glossing lacquered haze
Close embrace with longing mine
Marine and airborne sworn
Floating, sailing ‘pon the surf
Upheld by wood sea-borne
Touch and feel so rich and smooth
It could be tailor-made
London’s shops of worsted wool
Compare their wares handmade
Mine the charge of thrill and awe
Far more than city frills
Through my fingers’ slightest shift
The railings muster chills
Move my gazing glance they do
To bow and bow-sprit sail
Take my eyes aloft to heights
Of whitened billowed gales
Conquered waves they bow before
The crafted man-made isle
Gilt and colors claim the sea
and endless shores a while
I atop the labored lines
I sway with wind and spray
Feel the move of blended pains
And plans and sweat and they—
Men who set themselves with me
Direction, depths and charts
Working as if lightly held
But braced with oaken hearts
So it is on cloven mounts
Of foam and deep green vales
Hidden realms and kingdoms come
Tho’ oft as not, mist-veiled
Rising from a dreamy fog
and bowing down it seems
Paying homage, proudly made
Are walls and man-made dreams
Shifting not upon the line
And anchored to the earth
Stationary city strengths
Becalm men’s lives from birth
Trust and faith are placed in thee
O towers of city strengths
Mighty fortress structures made
With plans of’ measured lengths
Founded firm on rock and brace
Perspective acreage-lined
Great domains embraced without
Within are oft maligned
So it is with holy war
We conquerors of course
So unswayed by shore-birthed forms
And stationary force
Move our forces yet unseen
Round that which we hold dear
Freedom bought with planks and pegs
Yet lain upon Faith’s pier
Merging winds and currents’ flow
Lift up our ship alone
Guided by the Uncontrolled
Yet steered by flesh and bone
Finding paths unseen by all
We hold to shifting seas
Firm the pathways Faith prepares
Straight lines shun island lees
Though our might in stern review
Oft garners landsman grins
Even so exacts great wrath
By ocean force on sin
So invisible we come
‘Neath wings of tethered winds
Pulling down unmoving strengths
With weak and wind-tossed friends
Watching gates and walls collapse
Prevailing o’er their fall
Our shout assails the greater foe
But ours a higher call
Blowing where the Spirit wills
And following His way
Fells the world with feather strength
As wings of grace display
So thrill with me on waves and sea
And sail on with the Tide
Going where the Spirit blows
And with the winds abide
Written by joneslj3
© Sept. 2005
And sail on with the Tide
Going where the Spirit blows
And in those winds abide
Cheek upon a satin feel
A mile down-- angled gaze
Wood grain lines lie drifting far
Long glossing lacquered haze
Close embrace with longing mine
Marine and airborne sworn
Floating, sailing ‘pon the surf
Upheld by wood sea-borne
Touch and feel so rich and smooth
It could be tailor-made
London’s shops of worsted wool
Compare their wares handmade
Mine the charge of thrill and awe
Far more than city frills
Through my fingers’ slightest shift
The railings muster chills
Move my gazing glance they do
To bow and bow-sprit sail
Take my eyes aloft to heights
Of whitened billowed gales
Conquered waves they bow before
The crafted man-made isle
Gilt and colors claim the sea
and endless shores a while
I atop the labored lines
I sway with wind and spray
Feel the move of blended pains
And plans and sweat and they—
Men who set themselves with me
Direction, depths and charts
Working as if lightly held
But braced with oaken hearts
So it is on cloven mounts
Of foam and deep green vales
Hidden realms and kingdoms come
Tho’ oft as not, mist-veiled
Rising from a dreamy fog
and bowing down it seems
Paying homage, proudly made
Are walls and man-made dreams
Shifting not upon the line
And anchored to the earth
Stationary city strengths
Becalm men’s lives from birth
Trust and faith are placed in thee
O towers of city strengths
Mighty fortress structures made
With plans of’ measured lengths
Founded firm on rock and brace
Perspective acreage-lined
Great domains embraced without
Within are oft maligned
So it is with holy war
We conquerors of course
So unswayed by shore-birthed forms
And stationary force
Move our forces yet unseen
Round that which we hold dear
Freedom bought with planks and pegs
Yet lain upon Faith’s pier
Merging winds and currents’ flow
Lift up our ship alone
Guided by the Uncontrolled
Yet steered by flesh and bone
Finding paths unseen by all
We hold to shifting seas
Firm the pathways Faith prepares
Straight lines shun island lees
Though our might in stern review
Oft garners landsman grins
Even so exacts great wrath
By ocean force on sin
So invisible we come
‘Neath wings of tethered winds
Pulling down unmoving strengths
With weak and wind-tossed friends
Watching gates and walls collapse
Prevailing o’er their fall
Our shout assails the greater foe
But ours a higher call
Blowing where the Spirit wills
And following His way
Fells the world with feather strength
As wings of grace display
So thrill with me on waves and sea
And sail on with the Tide
Going where the Spirit blows
And with the winds abide
Written by joneslj3
© Sept. 2005
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