How the water does reflect,
Persistent cause and effect.
The wispy clouds overhead.
The smoky thoughts in my head.
The loving eye of God – the view.
The things it makes me want to do. . .
See beyond the sand and shore.
Into the depths of . . . something more.
Where the cycles come and go.
Where splashes settle in the flow.
Where every piece plays a part.
A moving, living work of art.
A thought of words on a page.
Just as the words disengage.
And lose their sound, their mean, their worth.
A death that coincides with birth.
For these perhaps there are no words.
As my gaze follows the birds,
That come around and fly on by,
An if, a would, a will, a why.
I cannot know what I’ll learn,
Once belief starts to burn.
I cannot know what’s in store,
At the end of the coming war.
I cannot know when it will end,
If it will heal, or break or bend.
But I can watch, and love and be.
And find the grace in all I see.
Gratitude for here and now.
All is well, come home somehow.
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