“In that still moment”: a sonnet

In that still moment

For those who dare to stand upon the shore

and with enchanted eye behold the crash

of waves upon the rocks, and yet still more

can feel the pulse of time as it does pass

with each and every turn of moon-lit tide

that sends a silver light upon the face

of waters rooted deep and rolling wide,

a mirror of the Spirit’s soft embrace.

In that still moment we at last shall know

we cannot think to stand and watch alone.

The currents now which flow from deep below

yearn most of all for us to know our home.

We lie down slowly, embraced by the gentle roar,

and close our eyes, and then will want no more.

Stuart

12/23/2023