Waiting to offer comfort


The light is soft and shadowed.
A row of ancient beach huts stand
Still and gloomy
Against the black sand.
Memories of naked saints and blue kaftans
wash ashore…

This is where bottled prayers crash
against green slippery cliffs
Spilling up over edges and onto roads
Where there used to be paths…

Amazing, isn’t it?
what the tide brings up?
Sometimes though, there are red flowers,
floating in the water, just off the road,
waiting to offer comfort…


10 thoughts on “Waiting to offer comfort

  1. It is an amazing world you live in Trini. On the surface it may not seem like much…but when you ‘see’, it all begins to change.
    Great posts on that theme lately, I’m enjoying the ‘seeing’, thank you my friend πŸ™‚

    • Oh, thank you so much, Mark! Yes, there is a difference between the world we sense and the world we perceive. My world is always a deeper one, colored by my soul. 😊

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