The light follows.
The beach extends out,
a long limb of sand.
To the edge,
to the length of cliff.
And we walk, run,
with the light an unmoving accompaniment.
We so small and the sun so far flung from us,
it would seem we could never travel out
from its gaze.
As we turn
time after time,
to find it unchanged, still round.
Still shining at our feet,
it’s rays as ribbons on the heels.
That if the beach were the full bridge of our days
so God keeps us marked
always in his sights.
Our life a breath,
a stretch of bright sand.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
November 2020
Living Tree Poetry 