Saturday, April 4, 2020

Know it all

Know it all                                                                                                  

Lying on the beach, eyes closed;
enjoying the heat of the sun,

a soft wind, the roar of the waves.
An old man ambles up. 

Wagging his finger, he says,
‘You’re responsible for this – the sun, the sky,

the sea, the beach have all come out of you’.
I nod and tell him they’re probably

looking for him back at the nursing home.
He wanders off down the beach.

I roll over to get some sun on my back
and wake up in my bed in the middle of the night.

O child of God, when you become certain
of just one thing, you will know it all.

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