Praise Poem

Praise is my aspiration,
A high tide unebbing,
A salt sea lapping.
I laugh at my openness
Born of an openness That has no shore -
Being -
Stable, steady, oceanic.

A hopeful wind stirs the whitecaps
Of my moments
That turn sunlight to joyful flashes like some lighthouse
That saves a vessel passing by -
Praising,
Laughing,
Eye-opening,
Stable-being,
Hoping,
Saving -
A morning's ocean view.