I ran down towards the ocean,
Since the threatening waves were gone.
I climbed up on a massive rock,
Which stood firmly and all alone.
Then words of my life came freely
Flowing down to my writing hand,
So kneeling there by the ocean
I wrote them on tablets of sand.
Finished, I stood to consider
Just what my life's words had to say.
When suddenly the tide rushed in,
Washing them so quickly away!
On that day I learned a lesson
After watching this all unfold,
It was a story of my life
Of two ways it may be retold.
Did I write on the Solid Rock,
Which stands firm, knowing not a fear?
Or on the tablets made of sand
Where the waves make them disappear?
I enjoyed) And I think that it depends on your faith. If you believe in what you're doing, then you're writing it on the rock.
on the tablets made of sand Where the waves make them disappear? but your writing will exist for ever as beautiful poems..
I thought your words may have had that inspiration :) A beautiful way to set your own analogy Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've enjoyed reading and reciting your poem. I think, indeed you wrote it on the 'Solid Rock'. Hope to read some more of your poems.