The Ocean's Edge

Here, at the water's edge
I leave the remains of us.

Here, where surf meets shore
I drop the heavy load.

Here, where the marriage began
I leave the end.

So, let the tide come in - strong and steady -
and carry it away.

Leave only the beauty and well-being of our children
wash all the pain away.

Can I stay till the grief is gone
so I don't ever have to return?

Strange, the thing that intimidates me most - the power of the sea -
be the thing I must depend on to wash over me;

To carry off and leave what it will
I stand emptied; waiting for You to fill.