Coming Ashore Poem by Tina George

The swirling and swishing of the river plays in my thought.
First glance is seeing waves ascending my very existence.
Although I've seen this same place long ago,
It is as if I am seeing nature for the first time.

Looking in the waves, coming ashore,
Their color of amber and aqua green
Is beautiful, but never too serene.
They are like an imaginary description
Of a well read tale.

The rising of the raging waters
Is an outpouring of emotion for my soul.
Standing on the banks
Never to sure how to tread.
Is my foot firmly on the ground
Or do I hear heaven's sound.

In the end, capturing the very idea
That I'm neither aware nor alone,
There is great comfort in knowing
The Lord sets my tone.