Prajakta has written exactly what I needed to read. Her poem comforts me like a soft blanket of synchronicity.
You work for it. You sweat for it.
Shoot a dozen wishes to make it happen…
Yet it keeps getting out of your reach.
You chase it to a point and almost give up in exhaustion
Maybe you pause and breathe.
Take in the beauty of the low tides,
Of how the sun and its shine is a lot closer to you.
As you take in the warmth, you feel the softest touch of the waves
Swirling designs around you in the sands
The tide has turned… When it was the time.
It is coming in your arms,
All at the right time,
When you were finally ready…
Written for Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue’s.