He walks beside them, in the sunlight,
Where scenes of Hell and Heaven blend,
Where sea waves rest, to contemplate,
And broken lives begin to mend.
Today, a teacher, on a journey,
(How very well he fits the part);
As tiny angels dance and sing,
So many voices own his heart!
His footprints mark the sandy shore
Where, once, a tranquil homeland stood;
The tall man begs the Lord for grace -
He’d chase the demons, if he could.
‘Midst echoes of unfriendly tides,
The light of hope brings brighter days,
And all this kindness and regret
Is manifest in gentle ways . . .
A smile, a hug, a tender touch,
Unspoken whispers on his breath;
The chants of joy, familiar sounds,
Come shush the haunting dirge of death.
For, he has taught the lesson well -
It’s God’s delight to see him there,
Amidst his sun-drenched, seaside class,
This pale-skinned man with auburn hair.
He walks beside them, on a beach,
Where nature hurled the prize she stole,
And ghosts that will not be erased
Are etched, forever, on his soul.
Oh, I believe the angels hear
His song rejoicing o’er the miles -
He carries all their burdens home,
To leave, behind, a trail of smiles.
© 2005 Sue Cori Friedman
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