Shore Stories

Drowned in deep sadness, bathed in sea of despair, Struggles to trust her faith, accepts her loss, Fights to live her life, nurtures her hope, Sacred spirit, take her hand, guide her to a safe shore, For her Soul knows it all, her whole, her call.

The boat was sinking; my friends scrambled to gather all that they could. In the distance, a tidal wave headed this way. Why were we on a cruise ship? All the movies about these ships ended with people dying and the boat sunk. At least shore was not far away. I ushered my friends to hurry out the door, to the last lifeboat I had waiting for us. I remembered, I had to get the necklace my mother gave me, a beautiful, expens...