On the journey

Like the sorrows of the sea

drifting back and forth,

froth with foam

deep as the midnight sky

a firmament of wonder 

that stretches out far beyond

our eyes can see…

there we find our humble 

existence. 

There we recognize 

just how finite we are

within an infinite realm. 

As the ebb and flow 

the undertow 

and the currents of time

cast us about messages in bottles

and washed up wreckages 

we tell our tale, a story to share

existential clarity 

never charity but love

centered and fine. 

This pure hope resounds

keeps stillness at bay, 

at arms length the death knell

is silenced. 

Thankful

I close my eyes…

and enjoy this journey.  

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