Who am I to fight the waves?
They dance and sway to music that is mute to me.
I am just an unknowing participant along for the ride.
If I fight them, then I am convicted of my own drowning.
For they do not wish me harm, simply hard-earned healing.
If I let the waves have their way with me,
if I let go, they will release me and I will rise again.
The air is sweet there, after the rising.
Upon surrender, the waves take me in and we become one.
Slowly, I soften, because I realize there is purpose in their rhythm.
I learn to trust.
When I invite, I welcome the waves with open arms.
We share a deep camaraderie in the lessons they teach me.
It is then that we begin to dance.