​The Old Man sat upon the cliff wondering about his life.

What meaning has it had and what does it matter in the great sea of eternity that rolls never ending in constant rhythm upon the shore...
But each wave is pushed, by an unseen Hand,
And plays its role, upon the sand,
Each life, like a wave, rolls on its way,
To be a part of creation, every day,
Driven by, the Invisible Force,
The wave of life, fulfills its course.

High and straight, be sure to face,
Compete with none, it is not a race,
Born of flesh, that is a cover,
That is sparse, you will soon discover,
Your Light is clothed, by a Gentle Hand,
Built in substance, of the Earth land,
It melts away, upon your physical death,
Flowing back, to clothe the next,
Then once again, in Spirit you be,
Traveling on the road, of eternity.

​With Love, in Love and Through Love