Water, waves, beaches cold and warm,
Sun rays strong, warm, comforting,
Other times Light fleeting behind clouds,
Sending freezing breezes, yet still Present.
Passion waxing and waning like waves,
Some days strong, powerful, intense,
Other days calm, pooling, going underground.
Hope is burning in threes:
Human, Divine, Cosmic.
Why am I still here?
What business is it of mine to meddle in human endeavors?
What is The Plan?
What is my part?
Do I make any difference at all or is it all in vain?
I am wonderfully, majestically, beautifully made in Creator’s image.
Why at this time and in this place?