Watch the sea calm itself, without doubt,
After fierce storms throw foamy surf about.
Watch the mountain stream show no dismay,
When a tree falls, or a boulder rolls in its way.
Watch the pristine pond resolutely rise
To hold waters that drop from weathered skies.
Watch our selves, when we are distressed,
Turn to the places where our hearts feel best.
We are no more, no less…
We’re living fluid lives at Nature’s behest;
Whether sailing upon a rolling sea;
Or resolving loss, so melancholy;
Bounding over a rock-strewn stream;
Or waking to a new day’s dream;
Floating in the middle of a tranquil lake;
Or seeking comfort for our goodness’ sake.
She will welcome us to be Her guest,
As we strive to maintain our level best.
9-7-2015 (Glace Bay, Nova Scotia)
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