moon with moth

The moon is FULL

And a strange unfamiliar peace overtakes me

Banks filled to overflowing

A warm comfort roils the turmoil already within all the more

Battered by the Sea

Deception’s self-assured lines eroding

As the awash recedes…

Reluctantly drawn out into open ‘see’

Despite the struggle…the pull too strong

Set adrift no ‘sure’ in sight


Of anything

That was…

Left to stand on

Flotsam and jetsam dispersing in the expanse

Let go of everything

To tread water

Master surveys in silence

So I speak to the invisible in newfound faith

“so this…”

“this is your Shalom?”

So often written and spoken of

This stillness

This calm

Amidst the struggle a soothing balm

Tender gentle rolling swells

Undulating waves of empathy

Washing clean

Bundled up in unseen plush terry cloths of Love

Assured of being ‘sure,’ no longer afraid to serve

Behold Your Sun is rising…as I diminish

There can be no denying

Ego evaporating into mist

Carried on a gentle whisper of a breeze

Not knowing where nor when

Thoughts shall again condense into solidity

Words to rain down

And do it again

Continue to pour

Till You say “when”

Or the flesh…

no longer a hindrance


Anthony Gomez/Oneagleswings



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