Sunday, 6 August 2017


Return to the particular:
There is a grave beside a wall
Near where the waters rise and fall,
Tidally, by the river Yar.

Life has its rising swells of hope
And if these sink in ebbs of care
We normally avoid despair,
Struggle a bit, and learn to cope.

Marina does not have the joy
Of hope, nor does she crave success
And watch its rising happiness,
As the tide bears an air-filled bouy.

Marina does not have to drudge
Bailing the waters from her boat
To keep her ebbing dreams afloat
Until they founder in the sludge.

1 comment:

  1. May we trust in Christ, our Rock and high Tower in the storm, to rescue us from the storms and give us hope when we feel like we're drowning. Thanks for the beautiful poem and God bless,


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