All the ships at sea

There have I seen
my disappointment,
or hope,
weary and vacant,
expectations
as much much less
on this journey, witnessing
blank, blank towers through the fog
and Nebel,
hovering,
hawking,
and we're somewhere between the two
if I could only have the stillness
to figure this out,
please.
Oh Galilee,
no longer a place for the living,
even receded this far,
still a tomb,
you wait for us.
It's the humility
that will do us in:
God just wants to be impressed,
isn't it?
There's tricks
and
tricks.
If I am to succeed
then,
successor,
set it all adrift
and
convince us otherwise.