Standing at the water's edge,
I contemplate the enormity of God.
Listening to the rhythmic pounding of the surf
and the roaring of the ceaseless wind
I can almost hear his voice.
Looking at the littered beach,
I am reminded that we, all humankind,
are scattered along the shores of time.
Some, like fish out of water,
struggle in vain to return to sea -
that which gave them life.
Some creatures survive,
only to bury themselves in the shifting sands,
believing there to have found a safe haven.
Of some there remains
only a shell,
empty now of all signs of life.
Others lie crushed and broken,
unable to withstand the immense power
of the relentless tide.
There are those of which some pieces remain,
leaving us only a glimpse of their former glory.
To restore these to their former completeness
would-be impossible for even the most patient,
the most gifted artisan among us.
Mankind has long sought to conquer the ocean
and so, somehow, to become
the master of his own fate.
Sunken remains strewn across the ocean floor
bear silent witness to the futility of that dream.
There is however one Master
to whom even the wind and the waves are obedient.
They were hewn out in the beginning by his all powerful hand,
and dare not stretch beyond the limits He has set.
Only He can restore the most empty, the most broken among us,
to began anew our journey.
It was He who first gave us life,
and it is He alone who can give us life everlasting.
I contemplate the enormity of God.
Listening to the rhythmic pounding of the surf
and the roaring of the ceaseless wind
I can almost hear his voice.
Looking at the littered beach,
I am reminded that we, all humankind,
are scattered along the shores of time.
Some, like fish out of water,
struggle in vain to return to sea -
that which gave them life.
Some creatures survive,
only to bury themselves in the shifting sands,
believing there to have found a safe haven.
Of some there remains
only a shell,
empty now of all signs of life.
Others lie crushed and broken,
unable to withstand the immense power
of the relentless tide.
There are those of which some pieces remain,
leaving us only a glimpse of their former glory.
To restore these to their former completeness
would-
the most gifted artisan among us.
Mankind has long sought to conquer the ocean
and so, somehow, to become
the master of his own fate.
Sunken remains strewn across the ocean floor
bear silent witness to the futility of that dream.
There is however one Master
to whom even the wind and the waves are obedient.
They were hewn out in the beginning by his all powerful hand,
and dare not stretch beyond the limits He has set.
Only He can restore the most empty, the most broken among us,
to began anew our journey.
It was He who first gave us life,
and it is He alone who can give us life everlasting.
