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Good Luck - Godspeed
By
Rusty Broadspear
Sailing daily, taking salty air
Facing each horizon
Discarding demons,
Dwelling on cold lands where
Runs freedom in herds of bison,
And wind blows through her hair.
See the sea around me,
From deepness thanking God,
She’s rid her shackles
Discovered happiness.
Salty water streaking cheeks
Praise the Lord to protect
My parting soul
My strange Princess.
I take the helm
And turn toward destiny
It takes a man to ride with pride
These charging giants,
Whilst letting pirates of perchance
Rape and pillage my mind.
It takes a man to hide
To curl and take the blows,
Then to stand again
And take the helm.
To embrace this life,
Rejoice in other’s happiness
And rejected wrongs.
To listen to and feel
The Sounds of God
And Angel’s songs.
So take my hand oh fellow man
Feel my pride in you.
Fellow traveller,
You take your helm
As we all are wont to do.
Good luck kind heart
And may your God,
Your true companion
Always travel with you.
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