As the waves lap endlessly over the beach,
Small particles of sand are moved and carried away.
So goes segments of the soul
As the waves of doubt and fear
Persistently advance and withdraw…
Fragmenting the psyche
Conveying away bits and pieces.
Who can stop the waves?
Only God…
–Dawn Cawthon Behrens

About grandawn

I live in Stillwater, Oklahoma, USA. I have three wonderful grandchildren. I am a teacher, writer, actor, singer. . . and whatever else I can manage.
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8 Responses to Waves

  1. Waves erode, yes, but remember, waves also build! They carry with them great mounds of sand at times and build mountains! You have expressed your feelings well. One thing I have learned over the years is when I have feelings of doubt and fear, I work to find the opposite feeling about the same thing. It’s harder sometimes than others, but it is always possible!

  2. I love the finely tuned emotion within this piece. Its’ simple, elegant and engages your readers. Good job!

  3. knittingmaestro says:

    It suits you and you make it look so easy. Mine would sound like “Dick and Jane” books. lol
    (see JoAnn. See JoAnn be sad. Jo Ann is Very sad. See her cry! See her hide her head under the blankets? ……you get the idea

  4. knittingmaestro says:

    I know you are stressed beyond belief….but I love reading your writings during this time. You have a beautiful way of expressing your soul. continued prayers headed your way.

    • grandawn says:

      I decided it would be a good idea for me to put my feelings on paper, but prose just wasn’t working for me on some of it. I used to write poetry all the time – years ago. I’m not sure why I got away from it. 🙂

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