Adrift

Adrift

by E. W. Shannon

We travel round the Sun, and 

the Moon around us, adrift 

in an eternal divine sea, 

still unfolding,

yet to ebb, 

touching all that is, 

with all that is not.

This sea encircles us;

within it we are one,

across the universe,

across the grave,

across the room.

It allows me to shine a light

into your darkest of hours

and, in times life grows heavy,

to ease your burden 

before your knees collapse.

We craft everything

we emit with intention,

the love, 

the hate, 

and the greys in between. 

We make a choice every second:

use our words and thoughts to lift,

or fashion them into a spade to bury.