Sometimes the waves crash against the wall
Sometimes they smooth soundlessly into the sand
Sometimes everything is too loud
Other times all I hear is the deep echo of silence
Now I look-the trees are full
And then again-they stand naked in the sun
Sometimes I can hardly breathe
And then times when my heart is wide open
Sometimes battered by the tides
Other times – calm and still
It is all name of the game
That is the peace-the beauty
The struggle. and then the surrender
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What a beautiful poem! I think of you often. Blessings on you and yours at this beautiful time of year.