for sailing

What more could I hope to offer, to leave behind, to carry inside me—than a boat of all those I hold dear? A box of treasured writings, the cards I wrote and received, the books that served as balm to aching hearts, the tangible expressions of my investment. And then the intangibles—I hope they are overflowing. My beloved, my cherished ones, the hearts that hid inside mine and who made safe passage without ever knowing I was their captain. A safe voyage, a full and lively sea, a hand to hold mine along the way. If I have these and nothing more to offer God when I arrive, I can only hope my boat be sent back again and again.