The sand won’t fail to ripple
in the pattern of the light,
in the pattern of the waves,
in the pattern of the wind and tides

The harmony of light and shadow,
ebb and flow, advance, receding,
holds each grain of sand
here where your toes, delighted,
find them

So it is with what we call our lives —
nothing puts it into place,
nothing holds it there
except the truth that permeates our days,
harmonic waves of blessed, light-touched life.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2018