The Tide

The strong waves thunder on the beach, Each blue arch breaking on the sand Reminding us that circumstance Moves steadily on sea—or land. And when the tide has turned again Debris is often stranded there, Thru dreary nights and torrid days Forgotten—scattered everywhere.

The hours pass—in unison Swings sun and moon and swelling tide The rolling rhythm beats again With fast returning strength and pride In ebb and flow another sea: The waves of life beat on the shore Of every heart and float at last Flotsam with treasure at its core!