Sanctuary of Vagrant Hearts

The waves are restless in their testimony... a Winslow Homer portrait of shifting shapes and size. So utterly rhythmic and mighty in their ceremony as they swallow the golden shore then form to rise. The indigo-green waters emerge into a song of pulsating rapture, as the afternoon sun filtered through towering spires. With each cascade of depth and shallow I resolve to be beckoned and captured. Break-away caps and peaks tossed in mercurial motion- flooding upon my thoughts that speak, to purge my longings with hope and devotion. I am transcribed within my aimless search, a mariner in a rudderless raft of vagrant musings. My compass has no north star to call its berth to seek a place or find its shelter or mooring. The sand shifts and pebbles roll as to reinvent the changing tide of my emotions with each movement of the shimmering foam. Each grain of sand, each rock that exchanges places atones my soul from its banishment in being alone. Through this beauty the barriers of freedom open as my exiled heart has found its home