Water’s Edge.

I look along the shoreline.
My eyes travel that uncertain, ever-changing border,
dividing land and sea.
The waves lap and caress the sand,
though, sometimes the sea pounds ferociously,
as if angry; always powerful.

People are strolling, some with dogs;
others are skimming carefully chosen stones,
bouncing on the waves.
There are others running, racing against the elements,
seeking fitness and health,
or just enjoying the sense of motion.

Clusters of rocks gather pools of water,
becoming safe havens for sea-creatures
hiding from the tide.
Birds dip and soar, calling to each other
greetings with elegant wings.

My eyes travel towards a hub of activity further along.
Fishermen struggling to spread out nets in need of mending.
Hardworking men, intent, purposeful, together.
They are who I seek.

I need them to be with me
I bring love and God to the marginalized people
shunned and pushed to the edge.
I have come to show them where God’s Kingdom
laps and teems with new hope; new life for them.
The fishermen will help.

[Mr G 21^st July 2024]