Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Walk Softly by Susan L.
There is a damp and sandy shore where waves have left their mark,/
Holding bare toed footprints for a breathless moment/
Before rushing, washing back on land, erasing them from sight./
The beach was walked from there to here/
But no sign showed the naked eye/
Of others who had passed this way for ages and an age./
It doesn't mean they had never been/
Their presence has been felt by God in a shell removed,/
A stick, a stone, or another simple treasure./
Or even something left behind: a shoe, a shovel, a broken twig./
Farther in among the places dry and thick with shifting sand/
One print wipes out another before the ocean breeze/
Erasing them both with sliding, shifting, miniscule grains./
It's the intangible path, the hidden way, the secret/
Long denied that leaves its traces permanently/
On the beaches of our soul.
"But be gentle to all." 2Ti 2:24
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