We fought so hard – so desperately
To gain the reins of the waves.
Grasping at every crest,
Our anxieties to stave.
Yet for all our fevered exertion
Our energies were wasted.
The waves cared not. Control…
Was never to be tasted.
It was painful to acknowledge
The scope of our miscalculation,
But then – surrender. Rest.
And with them, jubilation.
For the waves we feared
Would pull us under
Buoyed us up
And filled us with wonder.
All that we poured
Into inward concerns
Turned outward now,
Our selfishness spurned.
Still we sorrow, and still we grieve;
But no more for imagined power.
Unfettered now and free to claim
That which, by grace, is ours.
