At My Feet
The rising and falling
of the tides of life,
come to wash away
the names of love,
once written in the sand.
Footprints side by side,
in the sand,
of a child and a man,
on the water's edge,
they are lifted up from the sand,
taken by the waves, far,
to the edge of the sky,
then lifted by God's hands
to eternity's tides,
cast like driftwood into the sea,
when its journey is complete,
found once more
at my feet.
P. J. Campise
