He sits alone again on a large rock along the shoreline
An endless sea spreads out
Wash through the mind just as the waves wash the shore,
Rhythmic, yet each unique;
Old friends who no longer bother to answer notes or emails sent,
Lives seemingly scattered to the winds.
Rich times in youth shared
Days of true character building
Of discovering divine truth and righteousness
The ancient Scriptures as a common pleasure
Hand of the Lord clearly, easily seen in coming and going,
“Rising up and sitting down”,
The treasure of early worship in Spirit and in truth,
Songs and prayers, many powerful things seen and heard together,
Wonderful things, heavenly things.
Many years have gone by, many miles traveled
Families grown as experiences created separation
Friendship mostly lost.
But the hand of the Shepherd remains tightly clasped
Even when feet stumbled, a fall possible
Health issues, money issues roared in the ears,
He remains a “friend closer than a brother”,
Truest Friend, all in all
The only One who unites us,
Joins us together in communion of His love.
A timeless reunion of all those loved remains a future joy
Those near, those far away
Young and old, recent and new
Those felt close, those always a little distant.
Love knows no boundaries
Neither time nor circumstances
Wealth or poverty,
Even in a sea of need, an ocean of love washes over
Gentle, kind waves lap the shores of my experience
Steady, faithful waves driven by a heavenly wind
Always a holy breath of loving kindness upon my existence.