Waiting on the Tide

Waiting on the Tide

A Poem by Tilling

Yes, it's true.

I've seen the footprints 

in shapes of sadness, 

treaded across our souls-

from Satan.


Disturbances left behind

like the tidal sands 

willingness to retain 

a remanence of burdens-

thrust down upon it.


Yes, then I also I tell you: 

Gods love is the tide- 

ever working, raking, 

manicuring the finite details 

upon the landscape of our souls;

an oceans exhale, persistent

in putting all back 

on the level-  

always and... 

again.

© 2019 Tilling


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