The Harbor
No longer adrift, or loose from its mooring
Or taken where the wind and current would move her
Anchored now
Sails furled,
Safe from the sheer, the sway or
surge
No longer luffing up or bearing away
Days have come facing the wind
Losing all forward motion “in irons”
The mast reaches high, a tall spar
Supporting the mainsail
Windward, facing the prevailing winds
Moving her forward
“He calms the storm and stills the waves. What a blessing is that stillness as he brings them safely into harbor!”*
Tears shed on this battlefield and at Sackets Harbor
Navy yard and defense in 1812
First engagement between the United States and the British Empire **
Today a point of sending off and welcome home, tears and hearts heavy until return
Today sails high dotting the lake and Black river bay
Winter days
The snow covers the harbor
And the weathered sails are stored
Until the spring
In the quiet
Ice fishing and ice fishing huts cover the harbor
One thinks of the seasons past
When “billows roll” and we “were steered to safety” and we remember
“…our God is the harbor of weather-beaten sails” ***
The Harbor, Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta
*Psalm 107.29-30 TLB
** https://www.battlefields.org/
*** Evening, September 22,CHS
Evening, September 22 – Spurgeon Morning and Evening
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