Making Waves

I’m riding the raft on the river of life;
unsure of where I am going;
I’ve lost a business, home, and a wife;
and yet, my mind keeps growing.

A form of destiny charted my course;
allowing that I make many choices;
all failures and sorrows lead to remorse;
but nothing deletes my voices.

I often act as though I am in charge;
but, the truth is difficult to find;
my scope of knowledge, I must enlarge;
for that’s how reality’s designed.

I’m a different person, than yesterday;
I’ll become, yet another, tomorrow;
forged on the anvil of truth, today;
while living in this ocean of sorrow.

I seek out the shores of the promised land;
not knowing where they might be;
nothing seems, to go as I’ve planned;
each day, there’s a new storm at sea.

I am, but a wave of the word called love;
becoming flesh in an angry sea;
an energy wave, from Thoughts above;
both Love and Life were meant to be.

Love is the energy wave I’m riding;
carrying God’s Love is my role;
none of us created, will do the deciding;
making waves is the task of the soul.

Monty 10/11/22. # 1,306