Oh find this, my soul,
in the rock and tides’ toil,
in each glory eve
that sets mind to dream’s fold.
Find my hearts glory
in oceans that seek,
and rise to the moon with the Light at its’ peak.
I bow to the earth and the skies all above,
and small as a seashell, I hold all with Love.
©2016; 2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by G. Murad