The crash of pain as thief’s violent shock,
opens wide deep wounds from history’s womb.
The crashing wave looms over all that’s dear,
We brace in rage, fearing crushing loss.
Yet ache to rest in lost fairytale’s bliss.
The welcome warmth of a heartfelt hug
that connects my heart, giving life to hope.
Spontaneous moments when our spirits join,
I feel the flow from life’s gracious source,
so stand renewed within destiny’s course.
The crash of pain … The warmth of heart.
The open wounds …. The balm of love.
The wave that looms … The Spirit’s touch.
The rage we feel …. The flame of life.
We are bound together, in grief or joy.
We live connected in the maze of life.
We seek escape and rush to pain,
while holding fast to crumbling fame.
Yet while entwined, I can still be “me”,
to live authentic, transformed and so free.
Author – Bill Tidsbury