Moon & Tides

Even if the handrails are gone
And your thoughts may drown you,
Go down the slick rough-hewn stairs
Into the sweeping tide of your soul
To squeal and laugh at what scares you.
Watch how the moon stays visible
Beyond the night into morning
Like a mother always nearby,
And remember that She’s there
Even when you can’t see Her.
Feel safe, let go, find joy.