Dear Beleaguered Servant may i borrow your painting and poem?
For just now your post will speak for me. i wish i had that solitude and all the breath of ocean and air to sustain me now. Life can be crushing.
Angel in the dust
She soaks up stress from all around,
A type of psychic blotter —
Then yearns for freedom and release:
To sail out on the water.
With wind and cirrus as her friends,
To be the ocean’s daughter:
And know the innocence of truth
She finds out on the water.
For all that’s gone away in life –
For losses have been mounting –
To be where there are no demands
And nothing that needs counting —
The call she answers from her soul
She’s been too long dismissing:
To be out on the water and
To find what she’s
Picture credit : Zzorik | Dreamstime.com – Watercolor landscape – island, sky with clouds and white sail.