Saturday, 10 December 2016

Stranded.

The Waves are boiling, steaming vapours streaming from the cracks,
filled with hate and loathing.

The Cracks....always there.
The Cracks....filled in with ambition.

Painting By Lorraine Rigby. © 2017.
The Cracks...longing for LOVE!

The Ocean Tidal Walls are rising.
The Fiery Waves licking my humble raft...
I keep it balanced....
My eyes wide open to the anxiety all around.

The Worlds Waves are on fire!
The Ocean Spray are bright with amber.
The Ocean surface is thick with  a green mist!

I can't see the horizon,
Blinded by the spray and the mist.

The boats that sail this ocean,
Rejoice in the spectacle...

"Ahoy" I turn, others are on rafts
Tentatively keeping afloat!
She points to the wave....
My eyes blinded by the shadow of a future,
A future I can't see........

My garments fall away, burnt and fragmented.
My skin burnt and soaked,

I fall to my knees and crack the fragile raft,
My knee soaked and splintered.

I pray...

The silence falls upon me...

The Stillness awakens my deep senses...

The voice of God is whispering to me...

I hear it clearly, its whisper is a song in my heart.

It calls to me.....

The waves are no more....

The Ocean is no more...

The Earth is no more...

The Navigational Stars are aligned in the deep self....

The raft begins to take its course....................







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