Scandinavian, meaning “Island of Ships”
By Nancy Watts

Meet me at sunrise
When the day starts a new

When floral sheets of silence
Awaken from their beds

We’ll sail away to freedom
To the Island of Ships

Wrecked dreams salvaged
Restored to their original luster

Where the palominos run
Through fields of goldenrod

Whipping the winds of God’s love
Around this wild spirit

You’ll listen as the sweet
Harmonic tune of my viola

Caresses the shoulder of your grief
Relieving your worries

For you will know this vessel
Was resurrected to the Lord’s
“Island of Ships”


In memory of Kelsey who would have been 14 this month.


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