SAIL WITH ME

SAIL WITH ME

Sail into my safe harbour

And let me shelter you

From the waves that rock your boat ~

Let’s look for skies of blue.

Stay with me until the sea is calm

And the storm is finally past.

Let me give you strength for your voyage ~

A strength that’s sure to last.

When the sun shines again

And the gentle breezes blow,

Set off again in full sail

And let me see you grow.

When your sails are full

And you taste the salt sea spray

Know that I am here for you

On each and every day.

Hold on to the ropes of your dreams

Make sure they serve you well

Enjoy this sail through life ~

Be nurtured by the ocean swell.

Let me share the sparkle

On the water that you sail

Let me take pride in being

The Harbour from which you hail.

When you hear the gentle lapping

As you rest on a quiet shore

Know that my love and care is real ~

I could not love you more.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 14th. 2002

SOMETIME AT EVE

SOMETIME AT EVE

Sometime at eve when the tide is low,

I shall slip my mooring and sail away

With no response to the friendly hail

Of kindred craft in the busy bay.

In the silent hush of the twilight pale

When the night stoops down to embrace the day

And the voices call in the water’s flow….

Sometime at eve when the tide is low

I shall slip my mooring and sail away.

Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail

O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,

I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail

And ripple of waters to tell the tale

Of a lonely voyager, sailing away

To the Mystic Isles where at anchor lay

The crafts of those who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

A few who have watched me sail away

Will miss my craft from the busy bay;

Some friendly barques that were anchored near,

Some loving souls that my heart held dear,

In silent sorrow will drop a tear—

But I shall have peacefully furled my sail

In moorings sheltered from storm or gale

And greeted the friends who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

Elizabeth Clark Hardy

This is not my work, but that of Elizabeth Clark Hardy and is a piece I used at my Father's funeral and also that of my friend John.