IN THE FACE OF THE SEA

AT THE BRINKS OF THE SEA
I SAT AND STARED 
AT THE TIRED LESS WAVES,
TOSSED TO AND FRO BY THE WIND,
WHILE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

BUT THE WAVES AT TIMES
RETREATS INTO A RIPPLE,
ONLY TO RISE AGAIN 
INTO A TOWER OF STRENGTH.

I SEE MYSELF 
IN THIS NEVER ENDING SAGA,
BEING PULLED AND PUSHED 
BY LIFE’S CRUEL GUST OF WIND,
WHICH SURPRISES MY PEACE,
AND UPTURNS MY CONFIDENCE.

NEVERTHELESS, I TAKE COURAGE, 
IN THE DETERMINATION OF THE WAVES 
DANCING ACROSS 
THE FACE OF THE ENDLESS SEA
UNDETERRED BY THE FURY OF THE WIND.

WILFORD BARKER.