Sea Foam

Sea foam 9/4/2014

Rare as diamond

In an endless surge of seashells

Is the sparkling beauty

Of the real

And the genuine. 

If I had a way

I would tell you

And explain what this means

And why we are here.

But there are things

That none of us can know

Much less describe

At least not for now.     

Mysterious surrounds us

As we are knit, in the womb

Perfectly sewn together in darkness

Each one of us different

And of incalculable value.  

I paddled out,

Past the breakers

Where the waves start to swell

Curling over themselves

In green and white swirls.   

The frothy white foam

Carries my daughter

And she rides it

Nearly all the way to shore

Laughing at the thrill.

Life is hard

But it is also beautiful

As we hold a treasure in our hands

That only we,

Can understand.

An eternal spirit 

And the human heart

Complicated, Fragile,

Terrifying, and sublime. 

Now I know

And now I see

As I hold all that is dear

Right here

Right now.