Courage

a poem from the past...

 

Courage

 

As the sun sets low behind the dunes

and shades the clouds a purple hue

salty winds whip through the sky

showering the stranger with fallen leaves

 

He stops and stares into the setting sun

as tiny waves wash clean his worn out shoes

long has he been traveling here

to seek the wisdom of all wise men,

to wield the power of all great kings,

to know what is known by all stars bright

 

And as he stares into that fading light

he comes to know and to comprehend

that nothing is quite as great

than what he bears inside

Author's Note

Thanks for reading. Criticism welcomed and encouraged.

Reviews

[Bud]

Excellent write! I could picture myself standing on the shore pondering these thoughts as I read this. I read this a second time and became even more engrossed. I speculate that this one those poems that gets deeper within the reader with each read. Keep up the great work!! : )