When the waves appear their strongest,
and the winds bite your ear,
Love will find its way to you
if you keep your faith, dear.
Trust in the Light; it is always near,
Guiding your sails to the shore past your fear.
Storms may brew and houses may fall,
But love builds a fortress that will always stand tall.
Want not for comfort with vanity, shells crushed.
Shelter each other with mutual trust.
The journey is light; so, mustn’t hold tight.
Be free, and embrace with ease that in which we delight.
All will circle toward where it once began,
As life reveals the beauty in what is unplanned.
By Cynthia Rose
January 20, 2019
St. Augustine, Florida
and the winds bite your ear,
Love will find its way to you
if you keep your faith, dear.
Trust in the Light; it is always near,
Guiding your sails to the shore past your fear.
Storms may brew and houses may fall,
But love builds a fortress that will always stand tall.
Want not for comfort with vanity, shells crushed.
Shelter each other with mutual trust.
The journey is light; so, mustn’t hold tight.
Be free, and embrace with ease that in which we delight.
All will circle toward where it once began,
As life reveals the beauty in what is unplanned.
By Cynthia Rose
January 20, 2019
St. Augustine, Florida