Waves

as I looked out the window
and gazed toward the sea
I saw so many people
all looking back at me
they are hungry
very cold
they are children
now grown old
their faces long
for deep within
there is no soul
inside their skin

I turned them away
they aren't mine to keep
I couldn't give them shelter
nor a place to sleep
I'm just a humble person
not a savior
not a prophet
these are things I cannot be
as I looked back out the window
and gazed toward the sea
I saw gently rolling waves
and no one else but me


Jeni Schaller

©1999

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