Life’s ocean rolled like a pantomime
And gave itself to the tides of time
As a lonely man was set afloat
Upon a finely crafted boat
With sales of red and golden rings,
Polished boards and shiny things
And in the evening he would call
The stars to rise and heavens fall
And tell him where to point his mast
And where his anchor should be cast.
All the heavens circled wide
As he lay drifting on the tide
The sun shone like a golden road
Across the waves on which he rode
But neither sun nor moon or star
Knew of the man, or cared how far
His journey went, or if at all….
They merely rose each day to fall,
And should man shut tight his eyes,
The heavens would still fall…and rise
The man bespoke an urgent plea
“I did not choose – It was given to me”
“It was given to me – I did not choose ! !”
…..The boat just drifted on its cruise
But somewhere in the far off seas
An answer floated on the breeze
“Throw your anchor to the sky
It will settle by and by
Do not tie it to your mast
And do not worry where you cast,
For anchors do not sail, or ride
And do not care to what they’re tied”
Now the oceans roll like lovers dreams
And everything is what it seems
The man still drifts upon the tides
But strips down to his socks and slides
Across the deck with whoops of joy
He dances with the inner boy
And while its true he sometimes sinks,
He laughs a lot, and rarely thinks
About the stars and moon and all
Or where his anchor’s bound to fall
His sails are full, he shouts with glee
“I did not choose – this was GIVEN TO ME ! ! !”
