Feltenstien’s Uncommon Wisdom: When Was The Last Time You Were Trampled & Wounded?

I like the quiet mornings

When the waves have washed the footprints from the shore,

When even the gulls are just beginning to stir

And the heat of the day has not yet aroused the flies

            to search the seaweed for breakfast,

When the beach still has the sand of sleep in its eyes

And the driftwood looks like tired swimmers

            resting on the shore

When the waves laugh at the rocks

And playfully wash the night from their eyes.

Soon enough the hungry gulls will dive for fish

And the waves will beat shape into the rocks.

Feet will pound the beach

And ladies will snatch the driftwood for lamps,

And I will face the day’s demands,

Trampled like the sand,

Wounded like the rocks,

Torn up like the wood,

Living for another quiet morning!

Warmly,