Swept away in a sea of people,
“Island unto myself” deserted,
Forgotten land of lost,
And buried treasures.
Sailing off instead with the big ships,
In the high seas…
Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,
Dreams and desires.
Scared of being left behind,
In the dismal cold.
Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,
Waters threatening to overtake,
The hollow shell of me.
Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,
To God’s higher will…
Washed up on the shore of my
True Island Soul,
There in the warm sunlight of grace,
Where inner peace reigns,
And hope’s eternal springs flow,
Reuniting with God’s love is…
Coming home to my
Beautiful Island Soul.
Not a place, just Inner Space
Of my own…to stretch out and breath,
At One, never lost, whether come or go.