A source of strength yet very vulnerable.
Many times, we ride the highest wave of belief
Claiming the truth and nothing but the truth.
Beliefs paint a picture in black and white.
Contrast prevails.
As sharp as a needle
As strong as the ocean.
They draw a circle and step in
They seem stronger than the oceans
That breathe heavily, attempting to enter the circle.
The oceans try with all their might
but they are wise and learn to change course
Like an eagle who soars higher into the sky
instead of fighting the crow.
They break their waves at a shore
where beliefs become an open line,
an open house where all are welcome,
where beliefs walk in parallel
and sometimes in front or behind,
Wearing colors of pastel that enter the soul
Like a duo of piano and cello
They start to breathe.
The oceans’ waters are now calmer.
For that source of strength can now conquer
with a simple melody.
Grey Sparrow Journal 