Of the Sea of Life and the Sands of Time

As the sun continues to set and rise, As the moon continues to wane and wax, Here I am, continuing like a roaring wave On the wrinkling sea of life, streaming to Its shores, to froth and seep deep into the Waiting sands of time—here to canvassing Clanging conch-like echoing footprints; As the sun continues to seat and rise, as The waters of the sea of life continue To evaporate to freshly freely fall again, I continue to fall asleep and rise again In the circadian rhythms of time’s clocking Of the ebb and flow of the mission purpose: The spreading of divine wisdom, peace, and love:- Once thought deserts of oasis have had their day And are now known valleys of the shadows of death; Yet, I now know that where love is, fear cannot ever be. Both parallel and vertical, I have footprinted them free. And though I’ve had to sail that sea, I did it in the Paul way I am now on and in the sands of time breathing sweet breath. As the sun continues to set and rise, As the moon continues to wane and wax, Here I am—continuing like a roaring wave. My tired eyes are resting upon the skies As I stand here wised and vertically relax That I’ve lived here free and not as a slave Clanging conch-like echoing footprints: Saved by Him of Whom there can be, no pretense!