Poem - John Robert Howell

                                                      AWAY, AWAY



                                       We are vessels, not castles,
                                       Too long snug alee
                                       Anchor chains bind and fret,
                                       And thoughts grown lax and timid
                                       See savage gales to zephyrs
                                       Or towering waves in gentle swells.
                                       Sails billowing before a freshening Spirit,
                                       God's barques shudder not nor sink.
                                       Another harbor gained is talents multiplied.
                                       Boats at rest go to sea only in wishes
                                       When they should set sail by divine design.