See me, sea wood floating

See me, sea wood floating upon the sea
not even a wave asking, not believing.
I believe if I were wood I would see
if I could stop being sea wood.
Hmmm?. well….
No buildings would be formed–
no use, not even fire on the shore
– James 1:6

Like a Parent

I still love you even though I can’t see you,
Everyday in mind you are there,
And I’m afraid for you. Scared.
I am afraid you will be
Body slammed by others,
Held back from what you want to be
And what you feel led to do.

Your passion melts my trust
I want to trust you, let you fly free.
I want to hear of your escapades
and dilemmas like the retreating of waves
on the shore, like an empty nest parent.
I feel like a parent.