612 No one is adrift 7-2-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

Somewhere,
an empty, corked bottle,
perhaps chablis,
caught on chaotic seas,
tacking for port
but tossed by billows,
blown off course by gusts,
never to berth on,
somewhere,
solid sand.

But deep beneath oceans,
where leviathans feed
and there be dragons,
a world encompassing current
surges with unfathomable,
but, decided, intent,
pilots the bottle
to sure shore,
message delivered,
purpose assured,
fate fulfilled.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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