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The Quiet Life of a Recent Wave
The Quiet Life of a Recent Wave, poetry by Joanne Kathleen Farrell
A recent wave
paints the velvet smooth shore
when casting out it's foam.
A starfish is laid to eternal rest
among bird, rock, and clam.
Gulls call to the wave and shout to the wind
as he retreats all over again.
Like an oarsman stroking closer to land
in determined melody,
coating rocks wet with a gentle splash.
He's almost mocking me.
Rhapsodical it traces in and out
on the unfrequented beach.
Alto, than soprano
measuring time as he traces laggard.
It flows over a coffer hidden in powder sand
and in clockwork cadence he dances away.
Ascending then resurrecting
it captures an infant shellback and pulls it out to sea.
The quiet life of a recent wave was not meant for me to see.
For where is my rythm,
my anthem, my song
my God blessed mission
the place where I belong?
I quest to touch the shores of purpose
and live trapped in the narrows unmoved.
It's lonely during the gale of night
how I pray for it to end.
Relentlessly I conserve myself,
my strength for holding on.
I brave the tumbling labyrinth.
My endless courage has carried me thus far.
Here I search for a guiding star
and wait for the sea to calm.
By Joanne Kathleen Farrell written February 2009, by the author of Liberty For The Lion Shield