Lost in the sunrise
across the morning sea
all of my troubles
and worries
are behind me
the gentle pull of the current
draws me in
the chill of the water
rushes over me
I give myself to the waves
they give themselves to me
then I hear a whisper
this is not your time
there is more work to be done
return to shore
my beloved and broken child
~Robert Van Valkenburgh
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