I stand upon the beach of time
As the tide of stars and space Roll in and lap up on my feet. They soothe the memories of my fate And remind me of sacred promises Whispered in the night sky of my dreams And there I see, out on the horizon The sacred unseen streets Of cities built without hands And the angels that walk there Call to me to step out upon the mystery Of the great ocean of space, and to believe That the impossible is possible. “Walk upon the water,” they say. “Come home, Adam, to the memory Of the thing that you once were.” And I step out upon the stars and space. I leave the beach of time behind, And enter into the wilderness That lies between worlds. And I walk, walk, walk, by faith. Until the beach of time disappears And I am alone with the sacred memory Of the call of angels.
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