The ebb and flow of the waves
Speaks to the spirit
Just as our blood flows
From the beat of our faint hearts
so too this tide
is driven by a celestial body
whose effect, despite its distance
shapes our coastlines.
The sound of breaking waves
An echo of the blood surging
In our veins
A rhythm, ancient and powerful.
The first music to sooth our souls.
Earlier than the drum
Beating its unending rhythm.
The rocks are worn
Broken in parts.
Shaped by these waves.
Driven by the moon above.
We too are worked on
By this earth,
And yet orchestrated
From above.
What will this symphony produce?
Who will we become?
That is shaped by our nature
Granite or limestone.
By our condition
porous, sludge or crystalline.
By with whom we find ourselves
Shoulder to shoulder.
Or left alone to be polished or ground
Into shiny pebbles or gems.
But most of all
By our actions and deeds.
Gravity drives the tides
And this force requires
Our volition our movement.
Not until we take our first steps
Will confirmations shape us
and blessings flow
To grace our lives
and those around us.
We are the architects
of our own spiritual coastline.
Despite all these diverse powers
We alone will determine the result.
