Poem: Healing Waves

The ocean calls, a voice so deep,
It whispers secrets as we sleep.
Its ancient song, a healing prayer,
Lifts the weight we cannot bear.

The tides, they wash with gentle grace,
They cleanse the soul, erase the trace
Of sorrow’s mark, of fears long worn,
And leave the heart reborn, reborn.

Each wave that crashes on the shore,
Brings peace, and leaves us wanting more.
A rhythm pure, a constant flow,
That heals the wounds we do not show.

In every drop, there lies a cure,
A balm for hearts that feel unsure.
The ocean’s touch, it calls us home,
To quiet places we have known.

And in its depths, the spirit mends,
As time bends soft, and wounds transcend.
The salt, the sound, the endless sky,
Remind us that we’re born to fly.

The ocean heals, and in its light,
We find our strength, our hope, our sight.
It speaks in waves, in silence true,
A sacred space where we renew.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty