Thursday, December 10, 2015

A shared life

A shared life     

The island in the zygote –
floating miniscule and fragile;

island in the womb –
so vulnerable, so vulnerable.

The island in my head – so insubstantial,
so subjective; inside my skin – so mortal;

the island in my chest – so isolated, so lonely.
White dab of sand in the middle

of a dark blue sea until the Ocean Itself
leaves footprints along the shore.

Accustom yourself, its pattern reads,
to a shared life.  And for years now,

my island fortress has been shrinking
under the determined elements of truth –

wild winds, brutal storms, the heavy seas.
When every place you trust,

the footprints read, underfoot is gone; 
everything you thought solid proven flimsy,

the truth will swim into view –
truth to drown in; truth vast as the Ocean

encircling your sad
and dwindling little island.

O child of God, every man is an island
until reclaimed by the Ocean of Love.


  1. That's really a beautiful poem.

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