A Thousand Rising Tides
A Thousand Rising Tides is a collection of poetry, prose, and photography that observes a changing world, the darkness it holds, and the light that is sure to shine through. To be released in August 2020.
at the center of our chests, we can feel the murmuring of all the pain we have ever endured, all the loss we have ever suffered, and the rattles of our dying desires. but there also rests all the fire to burn them away to ash, torch an unforgiving blaze, and shine infinitely brighter than any any star in the night’s sky.
such are the ways in this life that the ones we hold the most dear can be gone in an instant. and for however brief the days, weeks, months, or years that we shared with them, they leave an imprint on our soul that is so indelible it forever changes who we are, and who we will become, and what makes us laugh, and what brings us to silence. when we try to remember who we once were before we ever came to love them, there comes a profound realization that we are now a stranger to ourselves. the tears shed from this understanding are often the saddest ones of them all. and while there is no promise that we will ever be purged of this pain, held high before us, with these scars stitched together now as our new skin, is the reminder that we once loved and the challenge to love again.
there are those who have an infinite bounty of time to criticize and condemn the achievements of others but none to create, contribute, or accomplish anything of merit or value themselves. just enough strength to point the finger, but none to hold a hammer to build a thing that can sustain the gravity of their own self-loathing. rich they are in complaints, excuses, and victimhood. poor in any measure of vision, skill, and grit. never will they be a target of any such attention for they do not even exist in the sight of others. forever they rest on their three-legged thrones in an empire of their own dunes formed only by the stenching winds of their meaningless words. and how sad a spectacle they make of themselves, for the low-hanging fog can never blind the flight of a those who are soaring through the open skies.
sometimes, the sun is obscured by the clouds beyond the mist of falling rain, or hidden in corners within the cosmos where none can see, when the moon takes center stage and the stars take a bow. but never does it stop spinning. never does it stop shining. never does it cease to share with the world its warmth.