Greet the morning
where stone touches tide,
quiet as mountains
rimming the sea;
discord dissolved,
healed the fractures,
heart cleansed
of violent debris.
Into the distance
vision may reach,
beyond storm-wrack
to ancient shores,
where music rises,
peace prevails,
there to find You
wave-washed pure.
Reading of “Ancient Shores” with music by Maryliz Smith.
In what I’ve considered a journey is indeed a transmutative process in being really OK as is and then so much more.
Thank you kind Soul
Wave-washed pure, heart cleansed, and together with You, Poet Don, et al, I greet the ancient vision of a New Morning’s Dawn, wherein an inimitable Peace, by Its very nature, prevails amid true Brotherhood and Sisterhood — ‘from Sea to shining Sea’!
“…peace prevails, there to find You wave-washed pure.” Nice, Don.