The journey home

A great wind washes over the vast sea of light, as the man in the sailboat tries to steer the course right, try as he might the sailboat will not steer, he begins to doubt himself as he wells up with fear, for ahead of him lies a great black vicious storm, he wishes he was back in the comfort of his home, but he knows down inside that he must go on, fate pulls him ever forward into the great world beyond, as he goes sailing on into the great unknown, he is soon to find out that he not at all alone, a voice on the wind moves swiftly through the air, such a love in this voice and with such gentle care, "Do not be afraid for I am the great I Am, I will steer you the course with my own mighty hand", doubtful at first and with a question or two, the man in the boat is not sure what to do, "I cannot see you'', he says, ''so how do I know that your there?, how do I know you are real, that you’re the voice in the air?'', ''Many have asked'' the voice says, ''and many still do not know, I cannot tell you what to think, what to speak, or what to know, it’s the choice in your heart that you make to decide, whether you believe in me or not, I will still love you with pride''. The man feels humbled, but still at a loss, as his boat begins to turn, and the waves start to toss, the blackness surrounds him as he tries to sail through, but the man in the boat doesn't know what to do, he cries out to the voice that he heard in the air, and he waits for a response that he begs will be there, the boat keels over into the thrashing cold waves, the man is now trapped in a watery grave, suddenly he feels a mighty tug on the boat, he is yanked from the water and the boat set afloat, "I have heard your cries", the voice speaks loud and clear, "as long as your fatih is with me you have nothing to fear" The man in the boat filled with a new inner life, commands the boat through the black storm without strife, as the clouds clear away he sees land up ahead, a great golden kingdom lies upon the beach head, the man rejoices as the voice speaks aloud, you have earned this my child, and for this do be proud, your family and friends await you beyond the gates, where there is no more pain, nor sorrow or hate, "I thank you" he says fighting through all the tears, "because of you I have learned to fight through all of my fears" "It was your faith" the voice said "that brought you through the storm", and although it may have seemed like you were on your own, I watched over you and I watch over still to my great golden kingdom that lies on the hill, now go and rejoice for you are no longer alone, for heaven awaits you, my friend, welcome home.