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).