Out of Our Hands


Out of Our Hands

as a tidal-pool starfish
no mortal danger looms
yet nearly so, it seems

to blessed faith
inherited, cultivated, central
as an anchor through the gale

learning while leaning
the ways of the waves
tidal turnings of time, of love

with grace and relief
to the safety (and peril) of
the vast and patient sea

the tides will turn anew
frailty lives beside strength
the phases come in their time



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Hampton commented on Out of Our Hands


You have an excellent style that soothes the readers mind as he/she embraces your poem. Well done.



Thank you, Hampton, for your gracious comment. I am so happy to see you here again, and appreciate you taking time to read. Peace and blessings, Bloomingsun

simoneaugustus commented on Out of Our Hands


Incredibly powerful! I look forward to reading much more of your work!



I also look forward to reading more of yours. Thanks so much for your inspiring words! bloomingsun...

tierra7 commented on Out of Our Hands


WOW!! something worth the savor ......this is such an exquisite piece...hun you are a goddess of great creations....ty for the great share..bloomingsun....this is .very beautiful...NAMASTE..Terra @}-'-,- (10+ )

mangeoart commented on Out of Our Hands


The waters run so deeply through our minds like the words of this wonderful piece of yours.



Yes, the waters run deeply. Sometimes they scare me, but putting words to paper always clears the waves! Thanks for stopping by and for your comment!

SavVySam commented on Out of Our Hands


I LOVE THIS! You are blessed with true poetic talent! I will drop by soon to check out new additions! Great work!



Hi Sam, please drop in to read anytime! I love to hear what others may see in my writing. Thanks for your kind comment, it is much appreciated...

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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Promises 1
Let Us See 4
Summary 3
Gift 7
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Her Escape 16
Confession 7
Out of Our Hands 7
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Wait 5
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Beach 8
Vows 4
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Muse 3
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Her Heart 2
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