Peace
Feel sand between your toes,
sit, wait; Peace is coming.
You are the shore the waves are here to cleanse -
they erode worried shackles, deposit stones
and shells - scattered pieces of new hope.
Assort them:
Carve your reflection into the sand with them -
forget sandcastles, that’s not your mission -
be the painter, the potter, the destiny-forger.
Undress yourself - yours is a lesson in liberation.
No more styling your burdens like you would your Sunday Best.
Look to the waters above for your re-baptism.
The sky is beautiful and fleeting -
look at Peace: your end is another’s beginning.