The Edge of Here and There

 The place where water touches sand,

    rolls upon it and then away,

    is a holy place where worlds collide

    and visions see the sunrise of day.

 

The wavering moving trail down the way

   beckons first the wandering feet,

   but more the wondering soul 

   on a journey filled with unending end.

 

First the step in the cool blue water,

  the next in the white burning sand, 

  both equally a part of the journey

  beginning here, ending in know not where. 

 

Is it the unseen One who beckons 

 to walk the pleasant and perilous shore?

 Or, is the heart which once again

 moves toward the place it knows as home?