Scandinavian, meaning “Island of Ships”
By Nancy
Watts
Meet me at sunrise
When the day starts a new
When floral sheets of silence
Awaken from their beds
We’ll sail away to freedom
To the Island of Ships
Wrecked dreams salvaged
Restored to their original luster
Where the palominos run
Through fields of goldenrod
Whipping the winds of God’s love
Around this wild spirit
You’ll listen as the sweet
Harmonic tune of my viola
Caresses the shoulder of your grief
Relieving your worries
For you will know this vessel
Was resurrected to the Lord’s
“Island of Ships”
In memory of Kelsey who would have been 14
this month.
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