Refuge

Inside my house – inside myself Hushed in the reckoning of my living I drift in streams that have taken me here. As I contemplate my age, my years, Now belied by restful wisdom I am complete and unalterable. I have come to my final destination, my end. My mouth is agape in the sullen silence of remembrance. My hair, a turbulent gray, draped like ghostly storm clouds- A torrent flooded by a life that tested my courage and strength. My skin slumping with the weight and furrows like rivulets Of weary responsibilities now embedded Awaken me to the toil of pain and endurance. My eyes weakened from flooding visions- Monuments of life, death and love Retreat into a myriad of sentiments. I now reside with gratitude and humility of the meek and mild, As I translate my time on earth as mere footsteps before my grave. My pride is diminished by years of compassion, For all trials I have faced and challenges I have met- I stayed in the stream. I flowed within a hurricane of waters that surged mercilessly Along the divide of faith and love. Now I am enraptured in the subtle estuary of love remembered Where joy triumphs and promises become the virtue of living. My moments fly overhead like rare birds in forgiving skies Beyond oceans of turmoil they find their place of sanctuary Where the islands of contentment greet them As they wistfully land to take sanctuary in my heart. September 23, 2021 Islands In The Stream Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish