Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Dawn's Dock

I search for calmness in my soul. The need I have for dawn’s gold glow. And why do I not stop and ask: Can someone show me a place of rest? Pastel hues I love to see; whispering clouds to carry me. Bowed palm trees that lazily hang and I would climb their trunks. Pearly sand beneath my feet, with swooping gulls that skim the sea. The foam is cool and I wade in and hear their cries above. No one near I walk the dock and in my strength I ponder stock of what I’ll be when I arrive, to take the morning’s usual dive. A lonely porpoise swims nearby and I can here his lonely sigh, in answer to my life’s deep need, the calm I would possess. His fin is slippery; I hold on and travel to the sun. Once there I loosen my last grip, his duty has been done. My farewell is no secret, the restful calm is come.

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