Sweet Surrender

The ocean is quiet now,

It’s only movement – a gentle ebb and flow.

For years these seas raged, twisting and turning

thrashing up the pain of it’s depths,

anger, rage, unforgiveness, turned into

giant waves, that crashed into the shore,

shrieking it’s frustration to the silent land.

All these years the sun and the moon

shone down on these dark turbulent writhing waters

with a promise of warmth and gentleness,

but the stubborn seas rejected it

insisting on it’s aloneness in it’s pain.

Yes, the ocean is quiet now,

It’s purity shines in the dazzling,

twinkling sparkles of sunshine.

It’s surface reflects the wisdom of experience.

The pulse of it’s depths is an ecstasy

of joy and profound peacefulness.

The ocean opens itself to the smiling sun,

receiving it’s supportive warmth,

power, regeneration.

At night the moon shines it’s misty love,

caressing the ocean in tenderness.

In it’s ecstasy the ocean knows it is one

with the Moon, the Sun and the Land.

It has always been so!

Darlene Musser