Away

Aweigh the anchor, underway tonight.  With changing tides of time I'm bound to sea,  beyond the breakers, past the guiding light,  into the depths of sweet serenity.    Away to live my purpose I depart,  again, to wield the compass and the scroll.  Away to feel God's presence in my heart.  Away to know His touch upon my soul.    As I ride the all-embracing wind,  so like a lover's touch, a velvet hand,  grant me Lord calm seas to journey's end,  and grant my love a way to understand    this drunkenness that seaward Sailors know ...  this sweet intoxication as I go.      ~ Dean Neighbors ~