The Waves

The Waves

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.

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