Gifts From The Sea

If it comes from the ocean, I give thanks unconditionally. Blood, guts, bleached bones, hungry gulls. It's not always pretty but it is always beautiful.

If I am not at the ocean and a gift of grace comes my way, I can only hope that some residue of the sea renders me worthy and humble enough to receive the gift.

My $10 Poem, written by Abigale Mott.

Inspired by pain,
it unexpectedly pokes at that pain by suggesting
these are questions I should,
perhaps,
be asking
of myself.
  It unexpectedly eases that pain by suggesting
 the answers lie
within.
In other words, 

attainable.

Thank you, Abigail.

Betrayal

My gut has thrown up

Questions - -

They run basic & deep:

"Why did you do this?"

"Why force this loss?"

I am unnerved,

regarding my emotions,

Trying to find a still,

quiet place

in myself - -

A warm, comforting

fire

where I am fine,

Where I can ease

the trouble of forgiving you.

Abigail Mott

Hood River, OR

11/10/13
Abigail Mott. 
A Place of Truth.