Footsteps to the shoreline, shoes off,
funny toe impressions...
Foam seeps absolute...scuttle away, or
walk into
The Great Cathedral...Mother,
waiting warm
Gently reaching arms to hold
safe...
Beyond the second sandbar
is the Beginning
Of Time.
Rebirth.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cathedral-2/
