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Disturb us, Lord, when

 We are too well pleased with ourselves,

 When our dreams have come true

 Because we have dreamed too little,

 When we arrived safely

 Because we sailed too close to the shore.

– Sir Francis Drake

I have a map in my mind, with huge circles drawn around several destinations. I've charted the journey, made lists of things I need to take with me, things I need to do in preparation and started crossing items off.

 But as time goes by without losing sight of land, I fear I'm satisfied with the Idea of a Journey and that I'll never actually get the nerve to set sail on the wide sea.

I fear indecision will keep me drifting close to shore, where pretty distractions make me forget about my dreams or news of potential storms make me afraid of heading into unknown waters.
Or if I do manage to jump aboard my boat and head for sea, I fear I've plotted the wrong path.

So this little prayer from Sir Francis is a good reminder to keep moving forward and not get too caught up in the details.

At some point, if you want to arrive at your destination, you have to pull up the anchor, pull Faith onboard, wave Doubt goodby and just go, right?
Wish me luck!

(These thoughts were inspired by THIS POST by Baron Batch – if you're facing a storm or a journey into the unknown, I recommend reading it!)

 (the rest of Sir Francis's prayer…)

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

– Sir Francis Drake

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13 responses to “Horizons”

  1. Lady Fi Avatar

    Wonderful prayer to go with that lovely shot.

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  2. Carmie of the Single Nester Avatar

    What a lovely poem. I understand indecision. For me, it is courage or lack thereof.

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  3. cynthia eloise Avatar

    oh, so true. we get so lost in the details.

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  4. Bella Casa Avatar

    I often dream of just sailing away, Barbara …with nothing more than my straw beach bag (packed with just what it would hold). I’d also bring my camera, and laptop along. I’d sail until I found a beautiful island and live a simple life.

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  5. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    That would be nice!

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  6. Agnes Avatar

    Beautiful.
    Without dreams we are nothing.

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  7. Gail Avatar

    Oh, how I can relate to the poem and your words. Wishing you peace for when you do set sail. 🙂

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  8. Jillsy Girl Avatar

    oh, how nice that would be….

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  9. Walker Avatar

    “I fear I’m satisfied with the idea”…..oh my, yes. I doubt that you are alone. Taking that step is challenging for so many reasons. I find myself in a similar spot, just hadn’t taken the time to ponder it.

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  10. Barbara Shallue Avatar

    Maybe we need to give each other a good shove!

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  11. Jennifer Richardson Avatar

    oh WOW…do I ever love this!
    I love it
    and yet I get grumpy
    when so disturbed:):):)
    sigh.
    thanks for this beautiful share,
    Jennifer

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  12. Wolf Pascoe Avatar

    I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
    Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
    Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
    I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
    –William Butler Yeats

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