Mum loved to write poetry. My recollection is that it always rhymed. This one doesn’t rhyme, but I am sure she would’ve loved it anyway. In fact, I think I just heard her say “Good job”.

I am overwhelmed with prayers, love and support from near and far. I opened a tattered journal today to again find this poem I scratched out while contemplating the sea on the wild Carolina Coast. Today is the perfect day to find it again.

Starfish

Limitless, endless, all encompassing is the sea.

That is the place of musical blessings in every wind bath and surf crash.

Bathing in the relentless blow is a poignant reminder of my blessings – too numerous to list for fear of leaving thousands upon thousands out of the count.

Endless, limitless and all encompassing, my spirit soars yet becomes more grounded as the holes in it are repaired with more blessings.

As does the starfish, I regenerate when I am by the sea.

Limitless, endless, all encompassing.