Changing Directions

We felt the waves crashing

and knew it was time

to change directions,

time to steer the boat

towards quieter waters,

time to dock on some dry land

and meander in the green,

one step at a time.

And so we did.

Time arrived in buckets,

empty, still, inviting

slow movements,

going no where in particular.

We felt the storms subsiding

and knew things

were getting better,

time became our friend,

slowness became our creed,

healing arrived,

restful, light, nourishing.

We swam in a river of gratitude,


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John Botterill

Thu 11th May 2023 08:58

An inspirational poem, Helene. We should follow your lead!

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 10th May 2023 18:28

Life is all about coping with the storms and lulls, ain't that a fact?!

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Tim Ellis

Wed 10th May 2023 13:59

Sounds lovely, Helene. How I’d like to swim in that river!

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