I gaze upon the ocean blue,
lying peacefully serene;
I cannot help but think of you,
and the way it might've been.
Today, it's silent, sweet and calm,
rippling gently in the breeze;
Surf whispering a holy psalm,
with the hymns of the palm trees.
But just last week, it roiled and churned,
frothing anger in despair;
Restlessly, till the new tide turned,
Ached for healing and repair.
What calls for such deep angst, unease?
Will someone tell me, someone please?
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