Oceans do bring me back to a true heart rhythm,
a peace filled depth,
a calm
that speaks
and a language
I can understand.
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Category: oceans
Survivors
As I look out over the ocean I do see some dreams just beyond the horizon,
and yet within the storm the reality speaks
we are not always stronger,
all of us, each one of us
are somehow survivors, even
if we don’t know how we got here.
Perhaps the sun on the surface will at least place a smile on our face,
and the sand beneath our feet surging the power of the Earth into us
so that we are able to face the tides once again
with the pushing and pulling
against us,
we continue forward anyway.
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Sending Light Deep Within
We often live within the memory of the oceans, don’t we?
with every silent dream,
all our whispered prayers
as the water draws us
even farther along
allowing our spirits to stretch out
over the sparkling water
under the expanse
sending light deep within
who we always were,
yet with a new revelation.
Sea water.
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The Heart of a Poet
Being humbled by our poems we begin to see
the poet within each of us,
seeing our answers
with the eyes of an eagle
seeing wounds do not last forever, and that the poetry
will live and flow,
and move so suddenly
because our hearts
are so connected
to the sea.
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Acadia
The fog hovered low that evening as he stood silently in the sand listening to the waves. The rhythm washing every scar of the day
until he needed to zip up his jacket a little higher. Rocks made smoothe though. He relit his pipe, and as he walked home he watched the sand
surround his boots and give way again and again. He pulled his hat down further due the chill, and he thought of the lamps he left on in his cottage,
and quilts hanging over chairs, and a steaming, hot cup of tea.
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The Mystery of the Oceans
The mystery of the oceans is in the way the waves hold our prayers,
and how the endless horizon
inspires our hearts,
with the rhythm
that calls to us
speaking gently
for us to lift our faces
to the heavens,
as our spirits
are filled with peace.
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Our Peace Will Return
When oceans hold onto our prayers, remembering
who we once were
who we hope to be again,
our peace will return
in fragments, until
we resurface
into the light.
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