Still. not. done.
IX of Wands Spell
Steady waters and wind ahead,
I am not held down or filled with dread—
I'm still standing, still ready,
still facing the sun.
Still. not. done.
My ships are long-coming,
rowing by knowing
that they'll arrive whether anyone else is going.
My ships' sails are long-blowing,
billowing by growing
the courage inside that keeps them blowing.
Follow me now,
through the waters—
that aren't so deep,
but still not so shallow.
Light leads the way
through what darkness has to pay—
but without the dark,
the light wouldn't have
anything much to say.
Night's coming,
we better get to shore—
we might not be taken in,
but there's a place to stay for sure.
We'll hold on tight
to what we've got—
let's go give this
one. last. shot.