Ebb Tide
As we approach that vast alone,
those things for which we must atone
silently invade our world,
as all our secrets come unfurled.
Unable then, to face their ache,
in the darkness we lie awake,
unable even now to leap
into that river dark and deep
that will, at last, sweep us away
into that most novel fray
from which this time we won’t return,
no matter how our hearts may churn
to give ourselves another chance
to recompense each circumstance
where we feel that we went along
with events that went so wrong.
But, alas, it’s now too late
to change those choices that sealed our fate.
The Sunday Whirl prompts today are: vast alone silently novel wake unable secrets world river darkness face ache
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 