August 30, 2015

 HARBORS

I grew up just above the New York Harbor.

Our dad walked us down to the waters every Sunday.

We learned early on - everything is coming or

going - but in the meanwhile there is a lot of waiting.

We saw all those boats anchored in the Narrows

waiting their turn to be unloaded and then filled up -

and then make their way out into the oceans

of our world. We heard the sound of boat horns,

but I never learned what they meant. We could

see in the distance  Our Lady in the Harbor,

the Statue of Liberty, with her welcoming light.

We also knew our parish church - Our Lady of

Perpetual Help - high on the hill  - overlooking

the harbor - with her welcoming arms and doors.

Childhood needs such sights and sounds -

memories - and a dad to take us everywhere.

© Andy Costello Reflections, 2015