
The Sailboat
I have studies many times
The marble which was chiseled for me
A boat with a furled sail
At rest in the harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me
And I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked on my door,
But I was afraid;
Ambition called out to me but I
Dreaded the chances.
And all the while I hungered for
The meaning in my life.
And now I know I we must life the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they may drive the boat
To put meaning in ones life may end in madness
But life without meaning is the torture
Or restlessness and vague desire.
It is a boat longing for the
And yet afraid.
(entitled George Gray from Spoon River Anthology)
I have studies many times
The marble which was chiseled for me
A boat with a furled sail
At rest in the harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me
And I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked on my door,
But I was afraid;
Ambition called out to me but I
Dreaded the chances.
And all the while I hungered for
The meaning in my life.
And now I know I we must life the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they may drive the boat
To put meaning in ones life may end in madness
But life without meaning is the torture
Or restlessness and vague desire.
It is a boat longing for the
And yet afraid.
(entitled George Gray from Spoon River Anthology)
This poem has been in my life a long time, and recently when clearing out a drawer I found an old copy. Seems I've always taken chances .. like the sailboat .. yet, I've always been scared that I'd make the wrong decision. This move for our family is a big decision. Although, well thought-out, it still leaves me unsure of all that lie ahead for us. But that's the adventure, that's the life with meaning. So even though there have been plenty of tears, there's sure to be plenty of laughter and good times to come as we enjoy the breeze and the spray of the ocean as we enjoy the ride!

