“Upon Leaving Home,” New Era, Aug. 1980, 29
I left my quiet harbor
In favor of another—I know not where.
there are seas to cross
and storms to brave.
How could I prefer the foreign deep
to the encircling arms of my bay?
Because some things
can only be learned
Yes, my craft is watertight.
I can navigate the unknown,
And O, the wind that fills my sails
blows from home.