Finding PAX is dedicated to my grandmother, Lillian Clark Cronkhite, for a reason. She taught me to love poetry, stories, and shared my love of books. Even now, decades after her death, I hear the cadence and intonations of her voice in the syllables of poems she read and ones I know she might have or would definitely enjoy with me now.
Here are a couple of favorites:
Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson
Wild nights - wild nights
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
To a heart in port.
Done with the compass.
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the sea!
Might I but moor - tonight
The Set of the Sails by Ella Wheeler Willcox
One ship drives east, and another west
With the self-same winds that blow;
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
That decides the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate,
As they voyage along through life;
'Tis the will of the soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.