A Poem by Trudy Wakefield

Life
     
Strange and peculiar, this journey we call life. 
It ebbs and flows 
like waves 
on a beach, 
      taking 
what she will 
while leaving behind 
her choosing. 

How strange her mind, 
her reasoning, 
her timing. 

And then there is you and I. 

Are we to beg, plead with the waves of life? 
Are we to find reason? 
I think not. 

It is of her mind 
who she takes,  
who she leaves behind. 

Oh, how we reason and bargain 
in this matrix of time. 

Do we dare dance 
in her depths, 
splashing, 
wading, 
laughing?

Do we really know her well enough to do such things? 

In a moment, 
she refreshes. 
In a second, 
she chooses 
who will dance and who will not. 

Charmed, some are called 
while others cursed? 


But it is of her nature, is it not? 
After all, she 
did give birth 
to us. 

And so I will dance 
for those who can not. 

I will laugh, 
I will play 
in her goodness 
and grace 
for giving me today 
and oh, how she refreshes.