There are times in life
when it feels as if
the horizon is all you have.
You want to be lifted
from your current shoreline
which has become rocky
and hard to navigate.
You have been in a season of loss
and your heart is wounded –
too much has changed for you.
In these times,
though the sea spray is still available
to refresh you,
and the music of the sea
still sings to you,
all you can see is the horizon.
Its beauty and hope
calls to your soul.
Its light reflects a joy
you long to feel again.
Its colors bless you with
the beauty of hope bestowed.
So, though your feet are torn
from the sharp edges
you have endured this season,
the horizon remains.
And as you take in its expanse of light,
your feet begin to find
the softer sand
to cradle your toes in warmth.
You remember you belong, after all.
You have found the gift of peace.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, December 24, 2020
Becoming and Beholding 
Wonderful unity of imagery and poetry.
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Great poems. Great feelings.
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Yes, I agree.
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Thanks!
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This is awesome. Simply awesome. Loved it. Deep and i feel it.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am so glad you found it meaningful. Be well and happy. 🙂
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It is the exact feeling that I experienced when I first saw the sea and walked on its embracing sand. You have beautifully expressed it!
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Thank you! I always feel like the shoreline is HOME. 🙂
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I saw your stuff on Phoebe’s blog and wanted to see more I am not disappointed, Beautiful
Don’t stop Laughing
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Superb poetry. Thanks for sharing.
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