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Children of Creation


 

Hurricane.

Takes me out of the equation.

Blows away the sky

and the beach.

Leaves me clinging to

my moment of salvation

before I seek

the ocean’s sweet release.

Who are we,

but what we’ve done?

Children of creation,

walking on and on.

Leaving footprints in the sand.

Who do we hold

once we let go?

No walls to guard

our weak ego.

There is more to this life

than we understand.

Time is water

through our fingers.

All the world falls

to entropy.

Sons and daughters,

we don’t linger

here for long.

We’re memories.

Future touchstones.

Future smiles.

Tears to come.

And laugh lines

around our eyes

from the moments

we felt safe enough to let go.

Wind is calm.

The eye of the storm.

The moment of peace,

and we are in awe

of the power,

and the love of God.

Another wind kicks up.

The storm surge high.

And we release our grip,

lest we find

ourselves swept up

by the tide.

Storm passes

and the beach is gone.

Only stone left

to build upon.

Where has time taken us?

 

 

DJR - 2024



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