Lost Boy Beach

1.

Edge of the sea
Edge of our lives—
both the joys and the
sorrows
of the past—
the potential of the future
just a step away.

2.

I slide on the pebbles
just ahead of the wave
rushing in to douse me in
cold and wet, to drag me to the
rocks beyond—
reminding me to keep moving
or I’ll fall—
just like life.

3.

In the warm spring sun
we drink wine and watch the tide
rush in,
grinding the pebbles into
sand—
waves turn steel blue, then
sparkling
white
against turquoise sky
as birds dive nearby, oblivious
to the rage of the
waves.

4.

We talk, we pray, we cry
About family life, and
Family death.
We hold hands and combine our strength
against the tears of this day,
uniting to walk into the future
awaiting us at the
turn of the
Tide.