The Waiting Shore
My love and I washed up on the waiting shore
destined to lay our heads on her satin sand.
Distressed from violent seas, we shook to the core,
in wake of destruction, where waves touch the land.
The storm has now passed, my Lord whispered to me.
Gale winds will soon calm and the heavens you'll see.
I searched the horizon for glimmers of hope
and saw a great aura where stars had eloped.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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