Now sailing on a white sea above thou

Knowing I can only be farther still

As I look to see what is not there now,

I wonder how long ‘til life my sight fill.

Giver of life in one form do I rest,

And here rest souls with end of life do hold.

To thou, I say, as in thy grounded nest:

I wish thou art here in this place of gold,

So this amazement I feel thou will feel

And then no longer will ye be away.

Oh please, be here, so my heart can be sealed

From the search of thee that caused me such fray.

But when I return to the high blue sea

I know I shall be on my way to thee.

1:00 PM Poem

Elizabeth Wingert