Sailboats and Daughters (Away to Sea)

 

How graceful as she sets her sail to search the open sea.

The salty air and clear blue skies have beckoned her to leave.

So new to scan uncertain shores she hoists the mainsail high.

And as she sets her sail with glee, I’m somehow sad inside.

To me she is a powerful force she’s strong from bow to stern.

I pray she keeps an even keel, so not to heel or turn.

The compass that she carries, I gave her as a child,

I pray she won’t forget it, its direction from on High.

How quickly are the changing tides, the storms and waves that threat.

So may she learn the ropes with haste, to batten down the hatches.

Given time, in God’s sweet grace, he’ll see the cut of her jib,

And gently guide, to peaceful shores, a happy life to live.

So as the crow flies, neither left nor right, so swift and unrelenting,

Fair winds and following seas, sweet one for a lifetime of adventure.