Seven tsunamis of grief
The land is dry
And yet the waves come
Silenced as sun
And high as pain
Soundless to hide
Their beginning
The land is clear
And yet the waves come
Unmade as breath
And torn as faith
Formless to hide
Their fashioning
The land is deep
And yet the waves come
Ever as air
And light as flame
Weightless to hide
Their strengthening
The land is hard
And yet the waves come
Stoppered as wind
And brave as tree
Placeless to hide
Their happening
The land is high
And yet the waves come
Darkened as moon
And bright as night
Guiltless to hide
Their mastering
The land is walled
And yet the waves come
Driven as time
And forced as rain
Ceaseless to fault
Their bettering
The land is dust
And yet the waves come
Ravished as death
And barbed as life
Hopeless to hide
Their ending
