The Promise
Briny essence,
soft sand,
pulse of the waves,
be they gentle or strong.
The simplicity of a spring walk
on a quiet beach
settles my being just a bit.
How challenging it can be hold
truth, healing,
self compassion,
and empathy for others
while navigating dysfunction,
distortion, and disbelief.
I’m tired.
So I stop,
look to the horizon,
watch sun sparkles dance,
listen to the soothing sound
of waves that ooze
onto the beach,
and then recede ever so slowly.
I breathe deep into my body,
feel the promise
of the good that is,
of what can shift,
of the power of hope.
I don’t know what else to do
but take it all in
and believe.
Sarah Carlson
March 31, 2025
