Lightening strikes suddenly. Monochrome skies watch over an angry broiling sea.
Silent screams seek release but who to tell, who to hear?
Who to care, who to share?
Turbulent breakers pounding against unfeeling granite rock create endless emotional storms.
If only you would hear my voice, still yourself to hear the wisdom of the West wind…
Let the storm brew and blow. Throughout life storms come and go.
Look at the beauty within each tiny grain of golden sand. Each was once battered and broken by angry waves. Now they glisten in sunlight and bathed by moonlight, soothe the restless ebb tide of the sea.
The beauty of serene sandy shores formed once the silent scream made the choice to shout.
Eily Nash (2021)