Empty Vessels

Maneuvering around empty vessels,
Poses a daily challenge...
For one who has commanded,
With an insight.

Daylight is the best time,
To advance an enhancement.
But protecting one's path...
Could result in sleepless nights.

A sinking of many,
Has occurred without clear vision.
No one appears...
To be steering at their helms.

Although voices can be heard,
Celebrating in the darkness.
A struggle ensues...
To find them unrecognizing the purpose of dawn.

Or the quality of the Sun,
Energizing with a refreshened arising...
To restore and renew!
As viewed on the horizon.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!