Seek refuge, wearied soul
for the times have taken a toll
Your face deserves a gentle kiss
Of the countryside’s breeze
Let the sand immerse your toes
Let it calm your sole
sore from all the chase
Slowly approach the coast
inch by inch until you are soaked
and serene enough to float
and your arms begin to stroke
But when the clouds seem laden,
throwing sabers, groaning loud
hastily run to the surface
and seek refuge on the shore.
The wind may blow,
the currents may hammer your feet,
and what was your heart’s retreat
may bring peril to your peace,
so,
go.
Leave.
Run.
I will understand.
Do not be enticed by the reach of my arms;
as I only efface the footprints in the sand.
Once you are afar,
bless me with your gaze
but keep yourself held back
while I tame the waves.
I channel my vigor through my soft caress
but so ripples my trouble in distress.
Alone and unaided, the storm will soon cease
But there is no refuge from a turbulent sea. F — Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa
