A Lone Healing

A small place, a lone space
my prayers do I say.

Then seagulls come join me
we rush to our play.

The sun arrives glowing
and gentle winds rise.

I stand on my on,
yet learn from the wise.

Do not take too much
do not leave here cold.

Embers now glowing
will pepper your soul.

Return every time
your heart becomes wet.

And find the lone space
that heals your regret.


(poem: dcrelief
painting:flicker-sharing
Ron Niebrugge)