Loose From Our Moorings
“Loose from my moorings and drifting fast; Ah, but the waters are bleak and vast! Ah, but the ocean is wide, is wide, And I’ll not be back with the turn of the tide. I’ll not be back when the rip tides change And, whitely, the beaches their fingers range. Never a pull of the moon or heart Can summons me back from my journey’s start. And, only the cargo I take with me, Will portion my way on that perilous sea Where only the sound of a silent prayer May fathom the waves of the outer air”… - Edna Garde (see conclusion...)By Fredy Lowe - Thursday, December 31, 2020 - Full Story