No Go with the Flow

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Bella Huang on Unsplash

Sometimes I curl my toes
against the tide.
Immovable, I catch
a swell of pride
and ride it nowhere.
Only I hold sway.
No force of nature
spirits me away.

A pity that I’m stuck
in shifting sand,
somewhere between
cool water
and
dry land.

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“Not that I speak in respect of want, for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me.” – Philippians 4:11-13

“We may not be able to control the winds, but we can always adjust our sails.”

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