Upon a happening we did not see
Creates a turbulent, wavy, and angry sea.
While it thrashes and crashes all about
I can’t help but let the tears fall out.
The boat sways from side to side
It creaks and cracks and moans inside.
When will the sea decide to calm
So I can sit in comfort beneath a palm.
Today may feel heavy and answerless
But I promise you this, ahead lies bliss.
The blind side comes and the blind side goes
The reasons so secret no one ever really knows.

MF