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
Copyright © Jessica Hanna | Year Posted 2008
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