Whispered Wanderings

Such haunting beauty in decaying pilings.
My spirit, drawn to this vision:
So much more than just rotting wood.

A life well-lived, their purpose long ago served;
they persist through the years, slowly worn away by wind,
by waves, by time.

They show us that, despite completing their original purpose,
they’ve still more to give, more to say,
more to show. And so, reverently:

I took what they offered, in order to give.
I listened to their silence, in order to hear.
I looked for their beauty, in order to see.

And I walked away changed,
a strengthened belief in my soul
that our Creator has not abandoned us at all.

klm
5/13/24