Finding Your Rhythm: Navigating Life’s Ebb and Flow with Henry Van Dyke
In a world that demands constant motion, have we forgotten the sacred necessity of the return?
Turn O’ The Tide
Henry Van Dyke
The tide flows in to the harbour,—
The bold tide, the gold tide, the flood o’ the sunlit sea,—
And the little ships riding at anchor,
Are swinging and slanting their prows to the ocean, panting
To lift their wings to the wide wild air,
And venture a voyage they know not where,—
To fly away and be free!
The tide runs out of the harbour,—
The low tide, the slow tide, the ebb o’ the moonlit bay,—
And the little ships rocking at anchor,
Are rounding and turning their bows to the landward, yearning
To breathe the breath of the sun-warmed strand,
To rest in the lee of the high hill land,—
To hold their haven and stay!
My heart goes round with the vessels,—
My wild heart, my child heart, in love with the sea and the land,—
And the turn o’ the tide passes through it,
In rising and falling with mystical currents, calling
At morn, to range where the far waves foam,
At night, to a harbour in love’s true home,
With the hearts that understand!