Lap Upon Your Shore
Everyone has wanted a piece of you
till there would be no pieces left, I thought.
I have watched you proceed and recede
As age washes up on your coast.
After all these years, and years yet to go
At one time swimming, then treading water
Now being carried by currents
finding ourselves; finding ourselves near.
The tide laps upon your shore
Sometimes washing up debris,
Sometimes washing away sand,
Continually changing; always transfiguring.
And I have lapped at your shore
with the daily tides of presence;
And who can know the imperceptible ways
We have transformed each other?
Slowly have we eroded our rocky outcrops
Leisurely have we smoothed the rough surfaces
Languorously have we drifted
Within the stream of our time.
Let it all wash away then dear friend;
Let is all go as it came;
Let the beach be indifferent to ebb and flow
As the tide laps upon your shore.
Rusty, this is so beautiful, gorgeous poetry, but also a testament to two hearts open to learning, growing and changing – yours and hers:) Happy Anniversary and God bless – K
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Thanks and good to hear from you. As we’ve confessed, it’s a lot of grace and work – and as you note – it is the mutual growing and changing (eroding, transfiguring). Grace to you this day and in your interactions with people.
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Love the poetry Rusty, there may be salt water in your veins as well. Our NS shores are a changing and for many years before retirement, my life was timed to the raise and the fall of the tides.
Cheers
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Thanks Bro. The image of Mercy at those basalt like rocks (?) near Peggy’s Cove was a wonderful day in the full force of wind and wave. The older we get the more I realized how blessed my life has been because of and despite the difficulties. Enjoy,
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Hi Rusty, Congratulations on this great day. You are both a great testimony to trusting God to bring out the beauty of faithfulness. May we continue to run the race with joy. Loved the Poem Phil
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Thanks Phil. I suppose we can “lap the race” with joy – but to be consistent with the metaphor – we’ll lap the shores with joy. Thanks for your encouragement; every couple needs it.
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