Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: journey

Matron Mother

Matron
mother.

I find
you
at the
end of
youth.

Beginning
my journey
into adulthood.

I greet
you
from my
end of
beginning

At your
beginning
of end.

Meeting
you.

Not as
child
to mother.

Not as
man
to lover.

But
in full
appreciation
of where
we stand.

Without
need
or expectation.

With honest
and
uncontrived
communion.

I behold
the woman
you are
and have
been.

I glimpse
the girl
you once
were.

Alive
in eyes
that still
sparkle
and smile.

Matron
mother.

I greet
you
from our
places in
time.

And
give
thanks.

That our
paths have
crossed
not for
the first
nor last
time.

And
give
hope.

That
when we
meet
again.

We will
stand
closer
in time.

That I
may see
more closely
and know
more fully.

The girl
alive
and dancing
in your eyes.

The woman
you have
been
and may
yet be.

Then
once more
in the beginning
of the end.

Bear witness
to the
matron mother
and glory
in your
wisdom.

Not the Captain but the Sea

When I
was a
young man
and the
world more
certain.

I had
little use
for faith.

I was
master
of my
destiny.

A
captain
upon the
sea.

Armed
with
sails
of will
skill
and destiny.

Yet
often
have I
crashed
upon rocky
shores.

Surviving
narrowly
companions
matched in
skill
if not
luck.

Revealing
the precarious
nature
of fate.

And the
limits
of will
and skill
upon the
sea.

Thus
with no
more
adequate
tool.

I arm
myself
with faith.

I am
not the
captain
but the
sea.