Belief

Constant waves forming at a great distance
make their journey to all of the shorelines
never tiring, never stopping, like
questions that plague the mind, like
the constant flow of energy within and without.

The waves color, their shape,
from a painting of lands lost
to natures power, of an ancient time
when the spirit’s energy manifested
in lost colors, from the grand
artist’s palette.

How old are the stones
deposited upon the shoreline
with each advance and retreat?

Seagulls soar overhead and
I retreat within to see a different landscape
fitting of thousands and millions of years ago.

I know a spirit envelopes everything I see,
feel, smell, and have become aware of.

It does not matter what name you have
for this energy, how it is manifested for
your beliefs.

4 thoughts on “Belief

  1. William – this is very special. I can feel the timeless divine forces you expieriened on your retreat. No doubt it was restoraitve for you, and your heartfelt writing reflects this. Especially likedthe metaphor of the waves being like questions that incessantly plague the mind over and over. Also your expression of spirit being prevalant everywhere. Belief was an excellent title for this piece. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Thanks for the poem. lovely thoughts..especially this,

    ‘The waves color, their shape,
    from a painting of lands lost
    to natures power, of an ancient time..’

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