The Lesson Of The Shore Poem by john thomas

The Lesson of the Shore

Come forth my child and take my hand,
Let’s take a walk along the sands;
Imagine now this curving bay
As being the life that for you lays.

Each breaker that does rush to shore,
There’s one, there’s two, there’s many more,
Each breaker will a burden be
To never end; an endless sea.

Each grain of sand on which you tread,
Imagine lies with you in bed,
Each grain that will become a chore
Upon this golden, curving shore.

Each pinch of salt in salty sea,
Those gallons of eternity,
For each a tear from you will be,
Until you’ve cried a salty sea.

But see that sun that fills the sky?
That is your love, that is your joy,
For all your toils, the sand, the sea,
That sun will cease your misery.

So come my child and take my hand,
Let’s take a walk along the sands,
You are the sun that fills my sky,
For you my child, that sea I’ve cried.