WHEN THE WAVES MEET THE SHORE

When the waves meet the shore,
it isn’t as though it is their will to
It is because they are willed to
The turbulence afar calms at its destination
and a long-time friend gets to say ‘hi’
When the sea gets to see the land
and both fall into each other’s arms,
what an embrace that is!
When the troops come to a truce,
it is no miracle;
that’s where it is to end
They were only carried away by their weapons
When the sinner recognizes his sins
and asks for remission with a heart of snow,
is it not with warmth that he should be received?
When the prodigal son deserts home
and in his wanderings,
remembers where his umbilical cord was cut,
is it not a feast which is prepared for him?
When the waves meet the shore
and the chaos succumbs
and the undercurrents kiss the sands,
the sailing winds carry the vibrations
to brew a soup of serenity