A whisper, a breeze, a strong steady gust--
Unfurl the sails, lean into the thrust!
With trembling and awe we watched the sails fill.
We steadied our hearts and gripped hard on the till.
Release the safe holdings, Make ready to Go;
Trim quickly the sails to catch the wind's flow.
Cut free the strong lines, cast off from the shore--
Take heed to these waters not traversed before.
Then as sudden as it came, did the fresh wind subside.
The strong sails went limp,and the dreams fulfillment died.
Now our boat lies at anchor on thew glassy bay,
With not a whisper of wind to guide on its way.
Astern within sight,lies the safe,familliar shore,
But truning back home might mean sailing no more.
Can the heart that was quickened by the freshening breeze,
Take up the old tasks with spirit and ease?
"Take courage, my child," I hear his voice say,
"It's just part of the journey--not the end of the way.
Keep your heart at the ready and your eye's on My face,
Though the way is unclear, you are still in the race."
With your eyes fixed on Jesus and holding his hand,
With joy you'll accomplish all He has planned.
The wind will revive, the sail billow once more,
The way become clear, which ever the shore.
God's Promise is sure, He is still on the throne;
He never will fail or abandon his own.
He loves you dearly, His good plan he'll unfold;
and when He has tried you,you'll come forth as gold.
~Helen Bromley (May 30, 1996)