A vision in a dream 19.2.21.

Out in the estuary,
Dragged from the shore.

The current, relentless;
My strength is no more.

There’s no turning back now:
I’ve drifted too far –

Down to the river-mouth,
Over the bar.

The ocean, before me;
The future, unknown.

The start of my journey –
Afraid, and alone.

Drawn by the ebb-tide
I’m swept out to sea –

My days are completed:
My spirit flies free.


The dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it
(Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).