They had sunshine in their eyes
Burning brightly like hot stones
But steam rose as they entered the waters
Cooling the marrow in their angry bones

They gathered their thoughts
Leaving room for their tired bodies
Their poles could not reach the bottom
From ships sailing upon the hate of the centuries

There was only one direction to go
Away from the entrance to the final door
Free skies and seas were impatiently waiting
For those longing for peace and not war

They gathered their children together
But the tempted one’s chose to remain
They cried as they waved to fading lighthouses
Praying the doors of decision would see them again

They decided to test their faith apart from a culture
That only knew how to bury their dead
Forgiveness of their destiny was an imaginary dream
Until they remembered wooden ships were crosses instead

Desire never left them, it only changed course
Words in strange languages slipped from their hands
Their existence remained as it was written
They were lost because of what they could not understand

The light became consumed by their judgments
What they thought was good were walls of resistance
Their detachment from creation was complete
Until they realized that freedom was only stark distance

Horizons of apprehension marked time until they returned
The lamb waded ashore with the children who were left behind
The islands they sought were instead full of longing and sadness
For love was something to share and not something to find