Only when through troubled tides
do we doubt the shore.
Do not fret these great blue waves,
they too find the shore.
Watch the seagulls as they fly,
but do not wish to join.
Do not leap this boat you ride,
you cannot swim to shore.
Gracious be the moon at night
who shields you from the day.
Gentle be the fish that swim
freely from the shore.
A Journey’s goal is not in placement,
wealth, or destination.
Know it now, you’ll miss the sight
of sea while you’re at shore.