My Island and the Waves
By Jane Tawel
December 29, 2021
On my peaceful, happy island,
where my mindfulness is calm,
when for just a moment, I am free
of you, and me, and what has been or what might be,
I embrace all life and living,
in accord with God and all.
But freedom and peace even on an island, are briefly held,
while waves lap and rise and advance and swell.
But must even waves that threaten be feared,
when light is dark, and dark is light, and peace is meant for loosing?
What happiness I’m meant to find in watching waves,
and knowing if I see that they are only and always water,
I, too, can walk on waves.
And once my faith is practice,
then I return myself to my island,
and bring my friends along.
The waves are never too high when one is not alone.
And an island expands to create more time and space
for all who trust and love.
© Jane Tawel, December 29, 2021