Sinking Feelings

Sinking feelings get a bad name

Not all sinking feelings are omens

Warning of sorrow and dread to come

In fact if I can stay still

A little longer than is comfortable

I find that all my feelings sink

Next time you feel it with you

Invite contentment to sink down slowly

Like your feet in the soppy wet sand

At the edge of the surf

Snuggling a bit deeper with each wave's

Final flourish on the shore

Let security sink ever so slightly

And ever so gently

Down into the warm bed of safety

That is covered in a blanket of trust

You need not struggle as you sink here

Slipping down into sacred rest

Allow hope to sink down to depths

As deep as you need it to go

Drifting and flitting and dancing down

Like a playful copper penny

Making its surprisingly dynamic path

To the bottom of a well of wishes

The further each of these sink down

The clearer it becomes to me

The danger of grief and woe come

Not from the sinking of the feeling

But from the way we fight to stay above

The thing we're meant to be inside