My Father's Dream

My Father's Dream A wide and vast horizon beckons me to enter there where oceans echo ancestral voices and gulls paint images in the air. The Saxons and Angles, Hansas and Norse of Hamburg, Oslo, Kiel and Gdansk flows through my blood where the sea is my home. Father, do you miss never having lived your dream of sailing around the world as you told me when I was young? No, son, I am older now, and I lived my dream. Just standing here with you and looking across the horizon from this Golden Gate is enough for me, now. And yet, I know, in some small way, I see from his eyes a glimpse of hope that I will fulfill his dreams in my future. Now the book is closed, and my sermon is said. My father rests but his dreams are not dead. With tiller in hand and a gaze across the sea… I live my fathers’ dreams, and his father’s, and his before… sailing off to full fill my dreams… and reunite one day on God’s given glorious shore. Martin Braun 2/14/2025 Thank you, dad, my Captain.