Waiting on the Tide

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.