Long the luxurious line of time
and I a dancer of delight sailing on,
ever in process

as the transportation,
certain transformation,
sure transsubstantiation,

heart broken, soul open,
a life poured out
for all to see—

Ever upside down, then turned
the right way round; these true thoughts
bubbling up, surfside signposts,
real and remnant reminders 

That life has been the boat
and I afloat
thanks to you three—

the one who walks ahead,
the one who walks behind,
the one who walks beside,

trinity rising
from the open sea, ever within the heart
of our tumultuous journey home