Waves

In the darkness

I can hear the relentless roar

the crashing

of the turbulent sea

against

the sands

the assault is unceasing

foreboding

 

as if some endless

wall of water

were surging

surging

 

in the early morning light

I begin to see

the waves

 

white

and frothy

row after row

 

not a wall of

cold darkness

but dancing rows 

advancing

retreating

creating a cacophony of sound

that now delights

and stirs the hear

 

Each day Lord

remind me

that when I cannot see

when my insight is dimmed

because I have no spent time

with myself

and

YOU

 

that life roars

and surges

and overwhelms

 

ah

but when the light comes

pain comes, and goes

joy comes, and goes

 

and I can dance

amidst

the waves

which sometimes

may tumble and toss 

but most of the time

tickle my toes

and 

go