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
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