Riding the waves of life,
we sometimes feel broken.
Getting pulled by
rough tides,
not of our liking.
Until, our edges smooth,
like broken sea glass.
Until, heart-like sun
shines truth
of who we are.
Until, we pick up
the divine self
and move gracefully
in the sea of life.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Riding the waves of life,
we sometimes feel broken.
Getting pulled by
rough tides,
not of our liking.
Until, our edges smooth,
like broken sea glass.
Until, heart-like sun
shines truth
of who we are.
Until, we pick up
the divine self
and move gracefully
in the sea of life.
Nathan Box inspired this with his poem about sea glass
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