Brunswick Book of Peace

Sea Sermon


Barely noticing the beach,
nearly missing a black bullet stone at my feet,
reality is bitter in the belly
and tight around the eyes.

Straightening, I search rasping dunes
empty of the delicate flowers of wiser words,
and breathings of timeless truths.

Sending the angry pebble skidding
upon lumbering, hissing sea,
my faith is in gravity,
in embrace of seaweed,
in wind and surf to
wash the lies and heartbreak away
and away,
leaving only benign shore,
the color of a plain moth's wing.


Jeniferlee Tucker
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