In the Stillness
At the low tide,
the ocean at its ebb
barefoot I went along the shallow water’s edge
searching for sea-shells
among the wrecks of time
that you had asked me to bring to you,
for you were home in the last days
and you were in the stillness that precedes the void,
yet, whilst your fingers were able
you created beauty out of dead things,
I know now that in your life here with me
beauty sprang up wherever you walked,
and on your journey home
all along the sea-weed,
along the shore and the sand
blossoms have bloomed,
and there among the washed grey stones
beautiful flowers have raised their timid heads looking for you,
and in your slow passing from this world to the next
you gave me more than I could give you
if I lived a thousand lifetimes.
Copyright © Thomas Mcferran | Year Posted 2013
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