declare holy ground.

I’ve never been one for declaring anything. I am not the one to sail up on shore, thrust my boots in the muddy earth, and out from my pocket pull a weather worn flag to stick in the ground declaring it “MINE”. I am not deserving of that. Fresh starts in foreign new lands don’t come for people like me.

The voyage that was slated to last 13 months and yet it is going on, what? 13, 14, 15 years, with the horizon still not surrendering land. Not even a hint at rest from the brutality found in the confines of a ship as it is tossed from wave to wave in an cosmic game of hot potato. Have I been duped into sailing endlessly? Constantly circumnavigating the earth as someone looks on, amused that I have yet to set my feet on dry ground? It would appear that in my assembly I was denied the one thing I need for this never-ending journey…sea legs.

The boat pitches from starboard to port and back again. Days on end searching for a safe harbor. A harbor where I can drop anchor and shed the fear that comes with the open seas.

Neatly tucked away in my pocket is a flag. It is weatherworn and dirty. Years of runny noses and bloody hands have taken its toll and this pathetic excuse for a flag has come in quite useful. There are times, usually at day break or sunset, I find myself dreaming of a day when that flag, my flag, will drive into soft ground and I will stand proudly by and claim mine. I dream of the future ground on which I will stand, free from the tossing, free from the vomit, free from the pirates that constantly threaten and harass me and the ones I love. Oh, how I long to be free from this journey that seems unending and relentless in its torment.

One day, one beautiful glorious day, I will hear the cry of “LAND HO” and I will drive this vessel straight onto the shores and hurl myself overboard – me and this little flag – one corner then the next – I will tie that pathetic, yet faithful, little flag to the end of a stick and with all the strength left in my bones I will stick that flag in the ground and declare it “MINE”.

But for now, its time for sailing.

Here’s to praying for sea-legs.

And here’s to the holding on.

This post was inspired by a prompt given in Story Sessions.
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3 thoughts on “declare holy ground.

  1. This is incredible imagery. Thank you for this. I felt it deeply, because I have often felt at sea too: http://hopefullyknown.com/2013/04/06/the-realist-laments-hebrews-11/

    Just know you’re not the only one. There are others who find themselves just holding on as well. They may not be able to say it out loud, but they feel the same. We’ll be better for these struggles one day. Somehow. I have to believe that. Here’s to hoping as Marvia said, that land surrenders and you find anchor soon.

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