Wreck

Those that were and went before are waiting, wailing by the shore; amid the rope and shattered timbers all that mattered lies in tatters, all that mattered is no more. One foot behind, one step ahead, the small shrill voices in his head as wind across a lifeless reach still pull him to the rocky beach where all is seeming in his dreaming all is seeming ever lost. Beyond the reach of human speech he stumbles down the storm swept beach and strikes the waves that block his way but they in turn, round back on him; they do not pause and will not stay but take him in a fierce embrace. Soon all is done and all is calm for mercy folds his flailing arms and lowers to a gentle bed below the fury overhead; and in that silence, in that place of perfect love and endless grace, father, son, float face to face.