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my source . . . .

my source . . .

in the Ocean of my life
as the waves come to
the shores of my consciousness...
at times they are gentle,
at times they are forceful,
but they come . .
and they go . . .
and they come again.

i watch the children of life frolic
sometimes being engulfed
most times not
going against their approach
stolidly standing
awaiting the next wave
standing "foot-strong" in the sand
feeling the earth move under their feet
slipping between their toes

i sit on the side lines
remembering . . . reflecting
upon a time long ago
when i too approached the Ocean
with wonder and excitement
like Columbus curious to explore
contemplating in awe
as to what lies on the other side . .
of my horizon . ..

i have not lost that zeal
i am eternally grateful
and i come to know
that my little 'inner child' still lives

so . . . here i go
back to the Ocean
the Ocean of Life
testing my mettle
going with the flow
'cause i need to know
my source . . .

(c) 20 August 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.