Old Seas of Self

I am emptying old seas of self,

Polluted waters, bitter brine

That washed upon my spirit's shore,

Accumulate of many lives

In vessels I have sailed before,

Of limited and poor design

To chart my way to destiny.

And yet the Master Helmsman knows

That even though the course may wind

And founder on the rocks awhile

Eventually the soul shall find

The hidden passage that I seek

Among the thousand routes of time.

His diamond light to guide my way,

His star that lives by its own light,

His sun that marries night and day,

His breath that carries my frail ship

Safely to the new world's doors

To see him throned resplendent there

Where all is love and all is peace,

My home in the Eternal's care.