Voluntas

Updated: Feb 24, 2023

I’m not the Captain of my slip

Nor Marshall of my crew

The Admiral of the fleet of ships

Directs ours as he chose.

Ours is a small and wondering bark,

A coracle towards the Dawn.

Our Admiral turns the prow and marks

The path that we are on.

A poem for a new year -

Written when asked for a statement on the affirmation of God's control and purpose in my life and word.

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