We move
Swaying in all directions
The waves of uncertainty crash against us
Unsure of which way to plan our course
Brain fog like the Scottish har
I am not moved by the sway
I will not look to the crashing waves
I will cast my eyes ahead to your light through the mist
The sun sets but you will cause it to rise again
The tide is out but you will cause it to return
And your breath like the wind will move us to a spacious place
Poem by Jaclyn Stuart written 23/09/20
Painting below titled " At peace", oil on canvas, available to buy soon at upcoming November exhibtion called "Journey through the garden"
