Notes About The Poem

As the sun continues to set and rise,
 As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am, continuing like a roaring wave
On the wrinkling sea of life, streaming to
Its shores, to froth and seep deep into the
Waiting sands of time—here to canvassing
Clanging conch-like echoing footprints;

As the sun continues to set and rise, as
The waters of the sea of life continue 
To evaporate to freshly, freely fall again,
I continue to fall asleep and rise again
In the circadian rhythms of time’s clocking
Of the ebb and flow of the mission purpose:
The spreading of divine wisdom, peace, and love:-

Once thought deserts of oasis, have had their day
And are now known valleys of the shadows of death;
Yet, I now know that where love is, fear cannot ever be.
Both parallel and vertical, I have footprinted them free.
And though I’ve had to sail that sea, I did it in the Paul way;
I am now on and in the sands of time, breathing sweet breath.

As the sun continues to set and rise,
As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am—continuing like a roaring wave.
My tired eyes are resting upon the skies
As I stand here wise and vertically relaxed
That I’ve lived here free and not as a slave,
Clanging conch-like echoing footprints:
Saved by Him of Whom there can be no pretense!

Of the Sea of Life and the Sands of Time

As the sun continues to set and rise,
 As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am, continuing like a roaring wave
On the wrinkling sea of life, streaming to
Its shores, to froth and seep deep into the
Waiting sands of time—here to canvassing
Clanging conch-like echoing footprints;

As the sun continues to set and rise, as
The waters of the sea of life continue 
To evaporate to freshly, freely fall again,
I continue to fall asleep and rise again
In the circadian rhythms of time’s clocking
Of the ebb and flow of the mission purpose:
The spreading of divine wisdom, peace, and love:-

Once thought deserts of oasis, have had their day
And are now known valleys of the shadows of death;
Yet, I now know that where love is, fear cannot ever be.
Both parallel and vertical, I have footprinted them free.
And though I’ve had to sail that sea, I did it in the Paul way;
I am now on and in the sands of time, breathing sweet breath.

As the sun continues to set and rise,
As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am—continuing like a roaring wave.
My tired eyes are resting upon the skies
As I stand here wise and vertically relaxed
That I’ve lived here free and not as a slave,
Clanging conch-like echoing footprints:
Saved by Him of Whom there can be no pretense!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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