A Paper Boat

By: Moses Dyckman

As the years twist and tear me,

Like a paper boat in a tempest.

I know not who I’ll be tomorrow.

As the tide beats me against the walls

Like a paper boat in a tempest,

A little paper crew says their prayers

As the tide beats me against the walls

In a maze for the blind.

A little paper crew says their prayers

Every day and night.

In a maze for the blind

I have been given a candle.

Every day and night.

My three steps echo in the silence.

I have been given a candle.

What will shield it from the wind?

My three steps echo in the silence.

Now, nothing can uproot me.

What will shield it from the wind,

Will be nothing more than my own flesh.

Now, nothing can uproot me.

My name, covered with roses or covered with mud,

Will be nothing more than my own flesh.

I stand for a greater purpose.

My name, covered with roses or covered with mud,

Still grips the candle, the constant in a flickering world.

I stand for a greater purpose

As the years twist and tear me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s