ego's battered, feelings even more
but the soul soars higher
and looks down on the forlorn...
waves crash and break onshore
pulling rocks and shells tighter
to hug the solitude of one who mourns...
tides build dams but water pours
between the grains of sand whiter
than the sparkle of newborns...
moonglow on the horizon, hope arises,
as the ocean pulls and calls,
child, be sad no more...
(Written by Barbara Hall-Whisenhunt in memory of Tom Whisenhunt)
RIP Thomas
8/23/2022
