Driftwood
Where have you been my drifting friend?
What have you seen along the way?
Perhaps a storm has sent you here;
your earthly remains to rot away.
A force greater than life itself
ripped you from earth's nurturing breast.
The time had come to send you on.
We must believe our Maker knows best.
I can only wonder at your life's journey.
Your story's lost, your grave unmarked.
You may have traveled many miles
or only recently embarked.
So bide your time and rest your bones
on God's little beach of sand and sun.
Only your nature will change with time
but your spirit lives on when day is done.
Is this now your journey's end,
lying white-washed and ghostly upon this beach;
or will nature's cycle continue onward
and carry you away beyond land's reach?
And what of those you left behind?
Have your seeds grown into strong, young trees?
While you are dead, life continues on;
your essence is cast upon the breeze.
One day, I know, you will return.
Who knows in what form you will be?
When it pleases God, he'll send you back
to be born again on land or sea.
Janece Terry
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2016
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