What it Takes to Leave

What did it take to leave the familiar–

The slant of light through the window, across

The board and your breakfast, warming your day

Sure as the blue sky and neighbors’ voices,

Patterns of rising, working, resting,

The warm hearth where at your children were born,

The stars illuminating the night sky--

The heavenly part of your rooted home,

Your world--to sail the storm-torn wine dark sea,

Leviathan poised to swallow you whole?

Fated for heaven or hell, no purchase

Had you in shortening your life.  In faith,

You trusted both your god and your new boat,

Sure you’d find home and the freedom of new hope.

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