The Distant Shore

I cannot see the distant shore,

the land I left to sail.

Far from this sea, so tempest-tossed,

far from the rain and gale.

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Launching forth, on one command—

To trust the journey’s cause.

Humbled by the call to leave

and no time left to pause.

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I made my way in but a day—

my quest, at once, begun.

Believing every breaking wave

propels me toward the Son.

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The shoreline’s far beyond my gaze—

my comfort’s lost to me.

I subdue each hint of fear

and sail on through the sea.

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I have no clear direction,

no written map to guide.

Only word that bid me, “Come”

and Promise by my side.

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Forever gone from known and clear—

following purpose and call.

Drifting off on faith alone,

through calm and through the squall.

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My gait is set, my vessel sure,

defenses for attack.

I have far left the distant shore

and now—no turning back.

© 5/2/2010 Cassie N. Lung

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