Prayer Waves On Sand Poem by Mark Heathcote

Prayer waves on sand
Life is sluicing through my hands
And then a distant postcard arrives
Like a message in a bottle, it reads
Loving you is like loving an overdue postcard
A long expected postcard from heaven
You've waited a lifetime for its safe delivery,
Then it only says on it, sorry, sorry,
Sorry, you're not here with me. Here right now.
Prayer waves on sand
Prayer waves on sand
Prayer waves on sand
Life is drifting through my hands.