WHEN THE TIDE SUBSIDED




He lay there basking
Content and nicely proud

Wandering back in time

A dreamer dreaming
Alone on a beach

Waiting for the tide to come

The tracks of his feet behind
And before him
The quiet sea seemed not
To move

But it stole steadily stroking
The sand

Lapping about his feet
Surprising him from sleep

To a waking moment
Waiting for us to come.

“It would want to be soon”
He said and sounded
Strong

Like calm clear water
Swelling
Surging
Suddenly sweeping him
Away
In the silence of the night.

And when the tide subsided
There was nothing left of him
But his remains
Arched backwards
Like Jesus shocked
Upon the Cross

“Into your hands O Lord
I commend my spirit”
For the last time.

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