Awakening
The wind
Strong wind
Wakes the ocean from its sleep
Waves
Brisk, bright and clear
Rolling, roaring, fierce
The morning birds
Our thoughts
Our past and our future,
Wake us from our sleep
Dreams of future and past
Wake us from our present
Our stillness
Our silence
Let us sleep
Let us awaken
Cherish the stillness, the silence
Cherish the noise
The winds
Our thoughts
Let both be our own awakenings
Joseph Fox
April 14, 2014
(Written on a beach walk April 14, 2014, several hours after Detective First Grade Guerra's Funeral less than 2 miles away from the Church.)