Through life we sail an ocean vast, of depths we rarely sound, Experience; the lonely mast to which our sails are bound. To navigate this endless sea, no aid might chart convey, Nor indeed will sextant be of help to find our way.

Essentials for life’s voyage long are few, but precious held; An ear to hear the ocean’s song, an eye to see the swell. A heart that learns to choose between the winding strait we know, Or open sea with risk unseen where storm and wind may blow.

The distant isles great fortune hold, with ports of promise filled. To winds of hope let sails unfold, with wisdom at the till.

ABE2 MK (Ship drawing by Camryn Axworthy)