Sailing

 We loved watching this scene last week on Lake Erie.
Kids taking sailboat rides, but also waiting for the wind to pick up.
Each time I look at this I think of this poem, by
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1916):
But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.

One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
‘Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.


One Comment

  1. Deborah, The colors and the reflections in the water are so beautiful I love the poem you included, it fits perfectly!! Thanks for leaving your kind comments on my blog!!

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