Shooting for the stars. One moment at a time.
near the waters’ edge
ever closer to the point were the ocean
touches souls
where the sand is hard and soft
the breeze is refreshingly salty
and the birds skitter in and out of the surf
in a dance with the water
always keeping their eye on the prize
they call lunch
a heart could get lost here
or found soothed to the rhythm of the waves
ever present in the moment as nature speaks her language
gently to the soul the heart the essence
It is not wrapped
Up in ribbons and bows
It sometimes looks sloppy
Like a runny nose
It sometimes is full of wonderful delight
Laughter and talk that feels right
The present is the gift
One can choose to recieve
Standing in line so deep the end might not exist.
Trying out my patience in the holiday madness.
You keep catching my eye.
Even though I really try
Not to see anyone.
I steeple my hands in silent prayer.
May the line move so I can get out of here.
You mimic me. Slight grin on your face.
Laughing now, yes, life is great.
Your expression says not to be so serious.
Take life as it comes. Be ubiquitous.
I have to agree. Wisdom from a child of not quite two.
You touched me without words. Thank you.
