Photo by NOVA
Arrival
Acclaim, achievement, advantage—
swift undercurrents all,
which used to sweep me away,
troubling the waters
of my wandering heart.
Now there are calm waters—
no angry tides attacking
the shores of life’s temptations.
Rather, gentle ripples unraveling
into the inlets and beaches of being.
Enjoying the currents and wind and rain—
content that my Creator will
cradle my sea of hopes.
Drinking in the sun and sky
and birds and beauty.
Don’t fight the wind or wake or weather—
the Lord is my destination.
© 2015 gratefulsue