Sitting together
Sitting together on the beach
End of the day
My sons and I are sitting together
Rare times like this with no others around
We watch the "sea billows" roar
Cooling Breeze, the heat lessens at the end of the day
Our favorite time of the day
The tide is rough
Much wind today
Just sitting here
Trying not to fill the silence with words
Just the heart beat of family among
We each have seen the high points of life together
Vacations and high mountains
Also some perplexing times when I wish they were near
Strength from them I now receive
Younger days I helped them along
Now they share an encouraging word or hand on the shoulder without a word
They have carved their path
Now leading their young ones to see and hold what matters
The waves crash hard today but
I remember
"When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul" *
So we sit quietly together
We [pause]* together
So hard for me not to speak so
I say a few words of gratitude to them on their lives well lived
Amidst exhausting times in the middle of life
I remember God
Your way ran through the sea,
Your path cut through great waters *
"where there is life there is hope"
Dove c'è vita, c'è speranza.
I reluctantly stand and fold my chair
They rise as well like they were waiting for me to make a move
We turn from the ocean and walk the sand back to the beach house
packed with life and laughter and the like, the surf now ponding behind
I had brief time from the fleeting pace
"The sweetness of doing nothing"
La dolcezza del far niente
Sitting together, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem: Sitting together is a poem about sitting together with my two sons near the beach at the end of the day out of the heat with the cooling breeze. Everything cleared from the beach, chairs , umbrellas, -including family, friends, children, and we just sit there together not filling the quiet with many words, but just thinking and relaxing together. This does not happen with the three of us together very often due to distance separating us by many miles. Today we did rest for a moment. Thoughts of my grandparents who came from Italy and possibly enjoyed a pause of life the same. It was a "sweet time to do nothing" La dolcezza del far niente!
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* "It Is Well with My Soul," written by Horatio Spafford and composed by Philip Bliss
*[pause] to life up
*Your way ran through the sea,
Your path cut through great waters
and still no one can spot Your footprints."
Psalm 77:19 voice
