Out Side My Daughter’s Room
My daughter slept as I watched over her,
outside a howling storm raced through the
Cabbage Palms and Bull Bay Magnolias. The
Atlantic wind sends a salty spray over the levy,
I pray as an immense gloom enters my mind.
A stream of water has formed across the yard,
a threat to the new growth of tender plantings in
my garden. Now rain is pounding the earth like a
possessed drum from a distant shore far away; the
sea is not innocent.
I look at the guiltless face of my child, beautiful, filled
with natural compassion and spirit. I hope for her a life
of abundant love and wealth, and to find a man that will
worship her, not a troubled fool.
May she become like a hidden tree in the forest, her voice
be that of a songbird, a heart of great generosity and of
spirit? May she never know hatred from evil, safe from
assault like the wind outside her window and dreams that
burst with happiness; I wish all this as I pray for the
calmness to come to the sea.
“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”
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