A shared life

A shared life                                                                              
 
The island of the zygote 
floating minuscule and fragile;
 
the fetus in the womb –
so vulnerable, so vulnerable.
 
The island in my head – so insubstantial,
so subjective; me inside my skin – so mortal;
 
the island in my chest – so isolated, so lonely.
White spit of sand in the middle
 
of a dark blue sea until the Ocean Itself
leaves footprints along the shore.
 
Accustom yourself, its pattern reads,
to a shared life.  And for years now,
 
my island fortress has been shrinking
under the determined elements of truth –
 
wild winds, brutal storms, the heavy seas.
When every place you trust underfoot is gone;
 
everything you thought solid proven flimsy,
the truth will swim into view –
 
truth to drown in; truth vast as the Ocean
encircling your sad and dwindling little island.
 
O child of God, everyone is an island
until reclaimed by the Ocean of Love.