Launched!

The ship is launched!  The mooring ropes are on the dock.

The grace that envelopes us today is great and dear.

I sit here on the deck writing in this fresh log.

There are waves trying to grasp the light of the rising sun.

There is a swaying to the ship, a kind of dance, a kind of rhythm.

The grace that envelopes us today is great and dear.

Dancing ship has married the wind and the wind embraces it.

For now the ship moves, but soon (I know) the wind will tire, and

The movement will slow, but for now

The grace that envelopes us today is great and dear.

January 2, 2013