Return: Notes of an Online Journal

”Return”


I find a moment’s peace sublime
While walking in the sea wind’s cold,
Where here I lose the sense of time
That had me bound in chains of old.

In grey before a morning’s gold,
I find a moment’s peace sublime.
In spite the tales of sirens told,
The ocean offers up its rhyme.

I turn to face the Maker’s prime,
As breakers come to welcome me.
I find a moment’s peace sublime,
And go to where I’m meant to be.

For all the rest I’ll give for this,
To cease the struggle of the climb.
Forgiven when, in heaven’s bliss,
I find a moment’s peace sublime.




NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019