First Tide

The first morning came without warning.
The most beautiful morning of all
that first morning before the fall.
All was perfect in God's domain.
No sickness.
No sorrow.
No death and no pain.
The first sun most brilliant rose high into the sky
and that held its newest blue.
Far beneath the great expanse
lay the open seas.
Great waves rolling across this first time scene.
Tides first time falling into the shores.
Tides, beautiful tides rising high and falling low.
Time had begun with the coming of the tides.
One for morning.
One for evening.
History measured with each tide.
Paradise lost.
Sin's domain.
The tides roll on in the evil reign.
Then one day it all is done.
The tides have returned to the very first morning.
Forever they rise and fall.
Forever without end.