I ought to wave at a wave
Not the third or fourth Covid wave
But that about which a surfer might rave
A wave is one of a set
Molecules of water ripples, more ripples yet
Until a wave is but
Part of a series
Of waves of crests
and troughs
If we remember to look at horizon and sky
The Universe draws us higher, whispers a reply
We all are stardust yet somehow so earthy
Humans eschew solid troughs, for color & crest (the showy)
I hold onto faith, because really, that’s all I’ve got
To survive the turbulent waves and the mighty winds
The surfacing facts that fit into a big puzzle,
A big picture that spans over many years of time
A journey of highs and lows, success and defeat
Faithfully, I can only act from the realm in which I live
Sometimes ideas are seen on the crests of waves
Maybe leading me, to change direction of my ways
I can only speak truth whether it’s heard or not
I can only stabilize my footing on the deck I stand,
That moves through currents, one day at a time
Riding with uncertainty, while reaching for rays of hope
To bring patience through the whirling storm
A storm that turns over new lessons, restores strength
As I am guided, holding on tightly to what I believe
Never wanting to let go of that or I may be lost
I must put aside some questions, while I take in answers
Always keeping my eyes on what I know to be true
The internal knowing, that no-one else can see
Therefore, only I know what will truly set me free
Heidi Sands
11/29/20
Waves crest briefly, espies the seas expanse,
So far from shore, patience, creeps e'er so close,
Braves surfs the crest, on boards they take a stance,
Radar in their psyche of what all knows,
Saves for another day challenge a chance,
A star peers horizon's waves crest and pose,
Crests still tops the waves, like eyes blues the night,
Guests on a beach, sees sea with eyes of white.
Date: 06/14/2019
I sit here with the keyboard staring up at me
But I'm not thinking of my hands touching the keys
I'm thinking of a look
as Juliet would say
"by the book"
Almost classic, what everyone wishes for
But i know it won't come knocking at my door
The choices I made weren't the best
Before I get you back, I won't rest
What can I say to get back to how we were
So long ago it's almost a blur
I knew what i had before I lost it
...you
I just don't know what I can do
But say the words I used to....
I love you.....
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