Solace

In searching for meaning of all things Grand,

The giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll

Offers solace.

The import of the living soul

As a newborn foal

Trembling to find purchase at the edge of the mind

So tenuous a find

Surrenders acceptance.

The giggles of young filling hearts with glee

Without fee

Surrounding the mature of being

Ever energetic and free

Renews strength.

The next challenge has come

Between forefinger and thumb

Seemingly insignificant and over-arching

It stands before me and

Fosters doubt.

But I’ve been searching, you see, for meaning of all things Grand

On the giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll…..

And I rise

And brush

And move on…having found

Solace.