Tides
by Sharon Hosford
I love the still tides of life when running currents pause, and I can see the world without everything changing while I watch. Today is such a day. I look around and admire my family, lazily strewn about, shiny with the wet interest of having recently been immersed in life, -each one resting in a little dimpled groove on the sands of time, individually beautiful, pleasing to the eye, with a story to tell. A few are missing from the gathering, held, no doubt, in the powerful swell of the ocean, or carried elsewhere by destiny, yet washed by the same blue waters, caught in the same rhythms of eternity. Soon the returning tide will sweep in to lift and roll and toss us too, in playful rough and tumble, until dizzy, or sick, we beg for peace, and find ourselves deposited, more rounded and smooth, polished, to reveal the heart, back in a dimpled groove on a different shore…………….. (Written on June Bank Holiday week-end 2008. Rachel and Alice were confirmed on the Sunday, and there was a beautiful family get together.) |
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