A Passing Wave

Shall I ask the roses not to grow thorns, Or the wind not to blow, And the sea never to wave? Shall I ask the mind not to think, Or the soul not to sink, And the heart never to crave? Why do I keep fighting myself My mind, soul, and heart Trying to be brave? And if I don’t keep walking, Even without a weapon, Myself would I save? And if I ever had a weapon, What or who shall it be, That providence gave? An aim toward the skies Toward a point Out of this cave, For the road to heaven Without love, I would never pave… Aiming to the skies Out of this cave Would take some time And waiting for What providence gives Is somehow sublime But what if I wait and wait For what would save me Denying the huge sign, Messages from up above Teaching what being brave Is all about If I go on denying What they all crave My heart would shout And I just hope All what is here Is just a passing wave 29th of march 07