Contentment by Tina Seamon

Just like the ocean tides
That ebb and flow,
So goes the hours
That come and go
When our hearts
Reach with
Graceful intention
To fill the empty spaces
That gathers amongst
The crashing waves
To bring forth beauty
In the unknowns,
In our wanderings,
And beyond the mystery
Of understanding.
When hope rises up
Past the harsh elements,
Bringing His light
Into fruition
And by the
Touch of His hand
The tide recedes
Leaving behind
Beautiful seashells
Of every shape
upon the white
glistening sands.
The seashore is
Built up, revived
And strengthened
In resemblance to
Our once tattered
But resilient souls.
His love carries us
Just as the ocean
Carries the waves
That ebb and flow.
It is here we find
In this knowledge
That we can
Face tomorrow
When the hours
That come and go
Fill our hearts
With contentment.