Waves
Waves come and go like thoughts when we grow old,
who remembers a wave or all the things ever told.
Crushing up shells and
moving the sand,
around my feet where I
try to stand.
Washing away all the foot
prints left during the day
leaving only memories
where children ran and play,
covering stolen pirate treasures
lost over time,
crashing onto the beach,
changing the shore line.
Building slowly off some
distant shore,
rolling on till it
touches the ocean floor,
then rising high as it
comes ashore,
to end its journey, wandering
no more.
Life is like a wave in so
many ways,
some lives are short and
fast, up in a blaze,
others long and slow
touching many along the way,
I pray that mine will be
like the latter reflecting God’s ways.
Copyright © 2015 Hubert Clark Crowell
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