I originally wrote this for The Roadless Travel Blog on February 11, 2013, when I was sailing around the world with the US Navy as an NC-PACE Instructor.
I have never conceived of myself as a poet; however, on occasion, I like to tinker and toil with the brevity that is contained within poetry’s form. More so, I, like Edgar Allan Poe, try and achieve the concentrated and emotional impact that poetry delivers. As such, I was inspired by the story of Themistocles to write. This is the result:
May It Be
To whichever shores my ship does sail
May it be the shore that adventure begets.
And upon whichever stone my feet do stand
May it be the stone that freedom sets.
Under whichever skies my head does rest
May it be a sky that hosts a plentiful dream.
And to whichever wood my soul does venture
May it be a wood that boasts a bountiful stream.
Upon whichever road my carriage does tarry
May it be the road that yields character at length.
And whichever monuments my hands do build
May they be monuments erected with courage and strength.
With whichever words I choose to speak
May they be the words that dabble not in slander or lie.
And whichever cause my heart does cling
May it be the cause for which I am willing to die.
For whichever love I am compelled to bestow
May it be a love charged with resounding passion
And whichever life I am found to lead
May it be a life filled with noble ration.
May my ship, my feet, my head, my soul
seek the land of content and rest.
And may my words, my heart, my love, my life,
find the place that God has blessed.









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