An Old Man Told Me This* - Poem by elysabeth faslund
Walk with no shoes...walk quietly.
Walk like a new mother,
Watching her babe.
Walk, not speaking, as close to
Sunset as you can.
Walk when there are no clouds
In the sky.
Tiptoe to the waves' edge. Stop.
Do not touch the water.
It is not yet time.
Listen, until the sun touches the
Now. Fill your hands with water,
Foam, the sea. The Mother.
What do you feel...what do you
They are all there...in your hands...
Dinosaurs, Neanderthal, ancestor
Reptiles, Rameses, Montezuma...
Eternity cannot compare to their
All now gone...have found the
No more will they return.
We have lost them...not to bones,
To a place in Time where they come
And go as they please.
They will know you, eventually,
By the feel of your hands...
Reverence in your eyes...
Sorrow in your heart.
For there is no Heaven, only
In the Sea.
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