Call Of The Sea - Poem by DonnaDeLong Matthews
Once again I hear the call
Even tho the day is bleak and cold.
It is here where I find comfort
for my beaten weary soul
As I stroll the water's edge
The sand is chilling to my bare feet
The damp wind cuts to the bone
but it is here I choose to retreat
I wish for a warm hand to hold
an ear to just listen.
An open heart to understand
not offering opposition
The rushing tide drowns
the haunting words of my brain
The wind blows away the tears...
The evidence of my pain
His mission for me is not one
that I would have readily chosen.
It now weighs so heavy
leaving my tracks still and frozen
As I walk the lonely shore
I feel His love surround me.
Igniting an inner warmth and
knowing what must be, will be.
I rest in confidence knowing
that He will not take me to it.
With out His loving hand
helping me thru it
So the call of the sea has fallen
once again upon this heart.
It is here my strength regains
allowing another start.
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