FAITH

Down by the sea shore on shellpowdered sand,
Is where you will find her, walking and thinking.
Sometimes, not always, there's an outstretched hand,
The one that guides and prevents her from sinking.
Solitude days tie a string of fine pearls,
Each precious one she presents to the light.
But depths, doubts and downturns when everything swirls,
When she's locked up inside her in darkness of night.
There are footprints - someone has found her beach.
She stands in the shallows, listens to the sea,
And touched by the wind she is now within reach;
She hears the words clearly "Come follow me".
Down by the sea shore compassion rolls in
From the timeless ocean and the voice within.