Post #107

"If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable." (Seneca) I’d fill my sail at once with prayers and sweet winds, were I to know which way my prow should face, to hasten me toward the shores on which it grew and first extended gentle branches to the moon – before the shipwright’s hand had hewn it into this, the homeless figurehead; the shores I do so miss. @verse by MR