AS THE WAVES ROLLED SLOWLY ON Standing on the shore, Gazing out to sea, I watch the ships sail slowly past, Paying no regard to me. So many destinations, Awaiting their soon arrival, But here I stand in sinking sand, Consumed with my own survival. The tides will ebb and flow, The stars will wax and wane, My existence doesn’t seem to affect, How they shift with mock disdain. The Moon rises with such luminance, As the Sun plummets to a fiery death, The feeling of insignificance, Has begun to sap my breath. What is the purpose for life? What function am I serving here? How do I know if I’m heading in the right direction, When my existence seems so unclear? These thoughts disturb my mind, Emanating from mortal flesh, I know I’ll never be at ease, Until my supplications are focused and fresh. Sometimes the silence is deafening, When my prayers seem to hit the ceiling, But I know I must persist in faith, And “be still” while awaiting Healing. There exists within a vacuous void, Which only our Lord can fill, No earthly wealth or worldly pleasure, Can compare to His Wondrous thrill! Patience is a virtue, Trust in God an absolute essential, Only when I allow Him into my heart, Will I realize my Divine potential. After an interminable span of darkness, I again see the approaching dawn, The SON was there all through the night, As the waves rolled slowly on. Hang in there Brethren -- we're almost there!!! Your pal, Humbly
