The tide is going out,
The sand is smooth,
The rock pools isolated.
Standing on the shore,
The horizon joins the sky
At the edge of the world.
How often have we stood like this
And hoped to stand here again.
But the waters are moving faster now,
Tugging, pulling, more insistent,
Determined even, leaving:
Is there still time to visit the rock pools?
The treasures they contain,
Reminders of others days,
And memories to retain,
Until the next tide.
Our fingers touch, our minds too:
Can we let go yet?

God of the tide and the shore,
With your Spirit in us,
May the letting go and the loss
Be possible this side of your horizon

In our life and our believing
The love of God