The Water’s Edge

Sprouting like new growth

The pilgrims rise and fall

Like the seasons,

renewed and broken,

Broken and renewed.

Safely sheltered under the Tree of Life,

Knowing they are created human

And become eternal

As those before and since.

Now, living in a present,

The delights and the pains recede

At the water’s edge

As we all feel God today

In nature and in Spirit.

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