The waters cap in a spray of white
A perfected dance of liquid delight
Ever searching to make their way to land
Only to die when they reach the sand
What a disappointment it must be
To lose perspective, it’s purpose not see
To think it should be what it is not
And feelings of failure be it’s lot
God never intended for it to reach
Farther inland than the beach
The purpose for the delightful wave
Is to show God’s beauty, and for children to play
How many souls find themselves there
Forsaking their purpose and live in despair
Believing they should be what they are not
And feelings of failure be their lot
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This is beautiful. I’m glad you have a way to share your thoughts with the world. It’s like your blog is a stream of God’s wisdom flowing to whomever will listen. Thanks for sending this to me. I love you Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 03:56:33 +0000 To: alisawalker@hotmail.com
Reblogged this on My Life is Full of Journeys and commented:
The last part of this poem really got me, it reassures me that I’m doing the right thing.