Along the shore when the waves go out,
the tide lines twist and overlap
in the smoothed-out sand.
They leave behind marine treasures
from the locales they have visited
while out at sea.
A shell, a bone, a seaweed berry:
bits and pieces of the life abundant
in the underwater world.
Sadly, some trash always appears
and clutters the beauty
of the riches and the gems.
Those on shore get a glimpse of what remains
of occurrences far and wide
in an unseen realm.
I wonder what tide lines are left
by my coming and going
in other people’s lives.
Do I deposit valuables and keepsakes,
tidbits of joy and encouragement
and memories that glow?
Or are there questions and wonderings,
discarded unwanted scraps
and snippets of doubt?
Lord, I pray that my own tide lines
reveal hope and happiness
and recollections of sunny days.
May the traces I leave in my wake
shimmer and radiate
and bring to mind the good in this world.