You are in a sailboat
out on the water far
from the familiar.
The wind ceases. It is
so quiet you can hear
yourself thinking.
The only other sound
is the water slapping
the sides of the boat.
You pray.
Common sense would
dictate that you row
the boat home.
You can if you want.
Faith grows choice by
choice.
Spiritual sense would
dictate that you wait.
You choose to wait
and pray.
There came a whisper.
“Sail on, sail on.” Then
came the wind.
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I dreamed of writing during my teenage and college years, but my plans were put on hold in 1965 when I entered the Army. Somehow, a four year enlistment into the Army Security Agency turned into a career! While serving in the Army, my writing skills were honed in assignment after fascinating assignment, e.g., language analyst, basic training drill sergeant, small unit tactics (Cavalry) instructor, Pershing operations sergeant, to name a few. I served as a Vietnamese, Cambodian, and German linguist with tours in Vietnam, Thailand, and Germany. Over twenty years later, I retired from the military and continued to write full time for industry and the private sector.
I have returned to the passion of my youth to write the thoughts of my heart in excellent poetry and fiction. (See the Short Bio page for more backstory.)
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