You’re my Meditation

by Janine Phillips

As an ever-pulsing world surrounds me,
and Life’s tsunami’s threaten to drown me,
beatingretreatingsoundingresounding—
you’re my meditation.
When crisis pounds within my head,
when tomorrow’s undertows beat me dead,
when I lose myself in a current of dread
you bring me to shore and heal me.
You’re the wind that sails me home.
The ebb of your breath revives my flow,
and when I’ve no energy left to row,
you’re my meditation.