Sailing

The journey had begun with an unexpected step.
Knowing, he had not known.
Seeing, he had not seen.
Every idle word a testimony.

A life--a heart forever changed.
The alienation followed, but welcome in a way.
Knowing now, that he knew.
Seeing--he wanted only to see more.

The ache bent him over, but the urge drove him onward.
Standing, again and again---he strained to reach toward the prize.
Punishment. Suffering.
By the hands of others. By consequence for choices made.
The model--shining forth and impossible to attain even for his mammoth strength, yet there.
There, and within him.

He yielded to it.
He had stepped aboard with gladness.
Drawn by the goodness. Submitting. The turning was a gift.
Now the path was fixed. Neither to the right or to the left would be his course.
His ship had neither tiller nor oar, and the Captain's word was beautiful song each morning.