by Steve Tanham
On Golden Wave
On golden wave our life is passed
In joy or sorrow’s dance
As solar heartbeat pulses through
And upward lifts our glance
—
We choose the crest or anguished trough
In looking with fixed eye
We play the chosen role that looks
For gaolers in the sky
—
But he is neither high nor low
Who judges our intent
And in the vaults of our own life
Lie roots of innocence
—
As old as time that gave us birth
In her warm sanctuary
As old as seeing who I am
and who this world might be
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So lovingly the green-framed eyes
Look on our trials and pain
Green scales in watery deep pronounce
Our heart is born again
—
Now risen high in that clear sky
Which never saw us leave
And cresting joy with wings of spray
It teaches us, once more, to breathe
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©Steve Tanham, 2015
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To breathe…to truly live… to love all that surrounds and shares this wonderful life…
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So much so, Darren. Thank you for commenting.
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