first draining the creek
then sweeping back in to cover;
all but the grassy crown of the small island.
Day in, day out
a stability that calms me.
Dear Lord I am aware that I am at low tide,
I return to you each morning hoping your love,
your forgiveness will sweep in with their warm waters
to fill again
my hollow spaces.
I spread myself out in the shallows of your great sea.
Let me be your little island;
one island in a chain of a million islands;
like a pearly archipelago.
I long to trust you whether the water be low