The Shore
The same element which causes
the relentlessness of the waves
urges the flutters on the small leaves
as they swing on their long, skinny branches.
Flutter and swing.
Not until I saw their dance
did I stop cursing the motor boats
to which I ascribed waves
written off as man-made.
How much more peaceful are the sails
on the horizon
catching the sun-kissed wind.
Sharon Walters
Posted at 08:50h, 26 JuneBeautiful poetic reflection Grace.
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 09:01h, 26 JuneThank you Grace!