Restless seas crash
Around under me in an
Endless fury,
And frothy foam churns
In all its apparent anger
And makes me
Almost afraid,
From this point
To fall...
But the homeless wind
I could almost feel sorry for
Races past,
In a futile attempt
To find a quiet resting place
And sleep for just
A moment,
And find a little
Peace.
But no peace
Do I find here today
Leaning over,
Swaying to and fro
As the tides, at the wonder and
Awesome enormity of
Jagged rock,
Jutting out
Of nowhere...
Imagine if I had to
Jump, falling freely away
Flying even,
Embracing the beauty of
This creation, just a small part
Of the rest of
God's painting,
Myself being an even
Smaller part.
Like a falling star
I would like to be, exploring every
Nook and cranny
Admiring the intricate handwork
I'm feeling so much smaller than all
Of this and being
Grateful,
That I can call Him
My friend...
~ Quentin Jessen © 2001
After going through a very bad car accident, I found myself joining my uncle and going to stay in a very tiny rural coastal village far away. This piece speaks of the beauty, wonder and unspoilt lands I found myself in (and a lot of quiet time with The Creator of all)... It just got all my creative juices flowing as I became inspired to really start writing and carrying on with other arts I love.
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