Thoughts of you today
As an often glimpse, into what we were, who we are as friends
Pausing to look back, re-posturing my frame of reference,
before the tide we face now
Pulled away, separate, where pain of heart did swell
Rewinding to the growth and recovery we discovered,
walking toe to toe, in time to the real pulse of life
The pureness of it, the pain, the plenty and the less.
One thing for sure is we were never friendless.
I owe that joy to a rare few, frankly, friend I miss you!
The Times of late have been dry and full of challenges,
the heart of life amiss, at times all together Missing.
Like my lighthouse is simply dimly lit...
Then I regroup, relearn and re-remember how to be a friend to myself.
Still more I have yearned to get to the shore of this storm- to right the tip we took, lost at sea for a spell, as we both fell away.
Fond memories kept me afloat and also taunted to tip me again. Wrong side up. Outside in.
You meant so much to me it both grew and hurt me.
I realise it's the true nature of relationship. Not a one immune to rise or fall. The tenacity needed to face it all- well.
So continuously I keep relearning to keep my eyes and heart on the shore, a line of hope,
accepting what is and letting go of the tug-of-more.
A war within myself.
I am still attempting to find who it is I am- among the winds of life and this flowing sea. I can't promise to be perfect but I'll attempt to BE. Just me.
The problem with living on water is we always live on more or less, the give and the take of tides. Up or down, still or blown round.
I pray the waters right themselves within where our feet have walked, to reunite our today's alongside yesterday.
Not too far, not too close.
But near enough to share each others pulse, and glimpse again the sum of our joys, as we forgive the Tides.
Not afraid of sorrows or loss or separate swells
But intending the bond of friendship, up or down
As God knits us gently, together tell of our journeys,
Far beyond the shipwreck
As an often glimpse, into what we were, who we are as friends
Pausing to look back, re-posturing my frame of reference,
before the tide we face now
Pulled away, separate, where pain of heart did swell
Rewinding to the growth and recovery we discovered,
walking toe to toe, in time to the real pulse of life
The pureness of it, the pain, the plenty and the less.
One thing for sure is we were never friendless.
I owe that joy to a rare few, frankly, friend I miss you!
The Times of late have been dry and full of challenges,
the heart of life amiss, at times all together Missing.
Like my lighthouse is simply dimly lit...
Then I regroup, relearn and re-remember how to be a friend to myself.
Still more I have yearned to get to the shore of this storm- to right the tip we took, lost at sea for a spell, as we both fell away.
Fond memories kept me afloat and also taunted to tip me again. Wrong side up. Outside in.
You meant so much to me it both grew and hurt me.
I realise it's the true nature of relationship. Not a one immune to rise or fall. The tenacity needed to face it all- well.
So continuously I keep relearning to keep my eyes and heart on the shore, a line of hope,
accepting what is and letting go of the tug-of-more.
A war within myself.
I am still attempting to find who it is I am- among the winds of life and this flowing sea. I can't promise to be perfect but I'll attempt to BE. Just me.
The problem with living on water is we always live on more or less, the give and the take of tides. Up or down, still or blown round.
I pray the waters right themselves within where our feet have walked, to reunite our today's alongside yesterday.
Not too far, not too close.
But near enough to share each others pulse, and glimpse again the sum of our joys, as we forgive the Tides.
Not afraid of sorrows or loss or separate swells
But intending the bond of friendship, up or down
As God knits us gently, together tell of our journeys,
Far beyond the shipwreck
