When I was very young
I would stare into the sun
While the waves upon the ocean
Would merge into just one
You would hold onto my hand
As we made circles in the sand
And teach me how to breathe
When a wave of disbelief
Passed beneath our feet
When I had grown much older
I would rest upon your shoulder
To help me get right over
The years that made me colder
You would help me understand
Exactly where to stand
And remind me how to breathe
When a wave of disbelief
Brought me to my knees
Now that I am here
And fate is much more clear
Your words I still hold dear
As your heart is oh so near
God will have a plan
As he reaches for my hand
That will enable me to breathe
As a wave of disbelief
Slowly washes over me
John’s Poems 