As I had for many mournful months
I sat at ocean’s edge
alone
lost in stillness
mesmerized by the tranquility
of wavelets lapping
up the silent sand
the sun reached down
and stroked my hand
warm, soft, strong
much as her touch once
comforted my starving soul
then memories blinded tearful eyes
the darkened day turned cold
but then I heard the sounds of joy
the sounds of life renewed
children laughing
singing, screaming
a songbird flitting by
and I heard it
the voice within
at last,
there is hope
again
tio stib
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