Poetry

My Delicate Shore of Hope

Standing at the edge of time,

Waiting for it to burst.

Burst into completeness, tranquility,

and the peace I’ve always dreamed of.

I love the ocean, its sweet, consistent tide.

It reminds me of my investigative mind.

Receeding into the depths of my future,

Only to come back once again to the present,

Eroding, but not crushing my delicate shore of hope.

Hope that I will some day find calmer waters,

With less turbulence,

and more, more of the same stillness.

The same stillness I once had in my mother’s womb.

I am sustained.

By the same sweet God,

Hallelujah,

Praise His Name!