STACIA
LYNN REYNOLDS
CLEAR VISION
Walking forward-
steps sinking in
Unknown sand
Depleted energy,
must strive
Forward bound.
Impelled to move-
an inner force
Water’s edge
Seen, in the
distant horizon
Moving on.
Footsteps
heavy- laboring task
In the mire
Toward,
refreshment and completeness
Heavy rains.
Reaching, the
water’s- cooling edge
Cleansing sought
To remove, inner
filth n’ grime
Water’s depth.
Transparently
clear- stepping in
Baptizing
Strides deeper,
purifying, each tear
Clear vision.
Depurating- a
darkened lapse
Frailty
Degeneration,
redefined
Lapse of time.
Conscious freedom-
reaching with-in
Surging deep
Devoid, of cold
barren dark days
In your mind.
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds
INNER GAIN
Looking forward,
to the day
Holding hands, a
warm embrace
Breaking clouds
dark n’ grim
A glowing light
from within.
Our ships have
sailed on rocky seas
Stormy gales,
seemed no relieve
Upon life’s
journey of broken hearts
Open wounds, n’
ripped apart
Torment replacing
love once shown
Leaving emptiness,
alone and torn.
The sun rises,
with warm regard
Upon two souls
who’ve struggled hard
To keep afloat
during rocky times
Inner strength,
together will find
Companionship
rooted deep
Due connection,
treasured to keep
Mutual admiration
found
Deeper than skin,
and soul bound.
Wounds turn to
scars, which will remain
A reminder to
strive toward inner gain.
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds
WOODEN BOAT
In the distant
horizon
The eye can
perceive,
A lone wooden,
crafted boat
Made with chapped
hands, upon the sea.
Hands…
Worn throughout
the years;
Years of long
suffering.
Journeys…
Made the ocean
In which the boat
floats upon
With his tears.
Tears…
Some shed in joy
Some shed in
sorrow
The ocean which
was made,
In solitude he
borrows.
The Ocean…
His place of
serenity
In which he seeks
God.
He drifts with the
soft blowing breeze
As the horizon
settles;
Burning the sky
With its hues of
golden orange
And garnets, that
lowlights
The evening chasm
on high.
Peace…
Found in the
wooden, crafted boat
Afloat upon the
ocean of tears;
Thanks God,
For all his
various seasons
And his many
years.
©
STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS
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