THE PULL OF THE WAY
Strange, mysterious it is,
Compels the ship upon its course
On waters high and low;
The Heart’s crystal, a compass
Synced to heavenly orbit
Charts the course unknown
Through the channel,
Up the Thread
Pulled by One Magnetic .
On the path of risky venture
The ship stands alone,
Cold with waves of unpredictable plight
Yet warmed from within
By the Pilot’s Light.
He steers the way through thick and thin
Driven as he is
In high and true adventure
To attain the goal
Of life-long desire.
How curious it is not to know,
To trust alone in the unerring range
of the heavenly ambit;
To ignore the waffling of the little waves
As the ship steers towards its Goal
On this long and daring gambit.
In the merging of the two,
The path and the goal,
Comes transfiguration,
The bridge to Highest Destination.
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