The sun descends and sets the tide aflame,
As if the deep remembered God by name.
Each wave that breaks rehearses our own breath,
A brief ascent, a bowing down to death.
The gold dissolves; the horizon drinks the light;
Creation sighs, and hands the day to night.
Yet still the sea, unmastered and unmade,
Keeps time with One whose glory does not fade.
And I, small witness on this trembling shore,
Am taught by waves what words cannot restore:
That all which rises must in mercy fall,
And falling, find the Love that holds it all.
