Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…
Low Tide
Sunlight sprays and sparkles
as if it crests the wave
you see down there upon that beach.
The seas come down,
the tides recede,
and leaves are heard in trees behind.
The wind,
it blows,
and finds your every crease
and crevice.
Like the sun,
it illuminates
those hidden things
beneath your beautiful wings.
Harder days
have come and gone,
but end the day,
it’s you who’s won.
In times will be,
oh, the things you will see.
Certainly,
In times that will be.
Poems by Sam 