Though the seas rage green,
You breathe into each wave,
Riding the vast, fearless,
Sinking into the primordial dimensions
Of creative surge
With child-like wonder,
Playful and joyous.
Instinct seeks its tribe.
Together, you are valiant in battle,
Guarding and protecting
Even the stranger.
Your laughter, a lifeline
For those lost to peace,
Gasping for salvation in the turmoil
Of stormy swells.
How your eyes dance with trust
As your body strikes through
The angry waves
As though saying,
“Fear not, Friend.
We can lift you up and
Carry you into the gaze
Of the Pleiades, where
You may be swaddled in the arms of
The daughters of Pleione
And cleansed of dust from old Earth
And set to bloom in the Spring.
May you heal and be strong.
May you too be a beacon and
Your heart, the sonar steering sailors
Out of storm and leading the lost
To safe ground.
May you be that joy,
That joy of grace.”
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Original Digital Art: “Future Earth” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog
