When the Waves and Skies Become One
By: Ana Mariela
The moment has come when oceans and skies are blue,
The cotton clouds mirror below the seas of hue.
The silence becomes a moment of grace,
To lift up the heart and soul for a perfect space.
Along the calmness of space and time,
Every footprint fading in sands divine.
It slowly beckons memories, is soft yet bold,
Where lessons carved, both young and old.
Yet in the hush where lakes, rivers and seas gleam,
A promise borne on blessing’s stream.
A whisper stirs—a chance to choose anew,
That hearts may rise where hope is true.
For every moment that is given at last,
To whisper mercy and grace of the past.
A chance to heal, to mend, to grow,
And let the weight of pain and sorrow go.
Taking time to forgive self and others,
Gentleness is echoed in the skies with tender cover.
Like tides that smooth the jagged stone,
Kindness resounds the skies and ocean’s throne.
Where grace and love are brightly sowed,
When the waves and its tides slowly danced like clones.
To fill the soul with hope and clarity,
And the heart cleansed with love’s rarity.
In twilight’s hush, the waters glow and beam,
A whisper soft, a sacred dream.
The tides retreat, yet hope remains,
A love reborn through softened pains.
And when a time of darkness fills the air,
Let go of the shadows that swell and scare.
Waive each part with every soul’s burden,
To finally live in serenity with life covered in purest curtain.
The skies will follow with every given chance,
Its whiteness coating the spirit’s firm stance.
Tomorrow the sun will rise and illuminate with heaven’s force,
A sign of a thousand angels waiting with the divine source.
Black Saturday, 2025
Choices, Chances and Changes 
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