The tide of my life is ebbing
exposing my true soul
that realism no longer overwhelming
but liberating, as any pretence is revealed
seeing the rocks, driftwood, plastic
the rubbish I have hidden
buried deep into the sand
realising that judgement
is only for God’s hands,
a stronger, compassionate, caring spirit
is resurrected for my fellow man
forgiveness for those that have wronged me,
so as I accept myself,
with all my peccadilloes
let me accept you also
So as the tide of love returns
washing away our guilt, our shame
enabling the bricks of truth and hope
to be cemented together
by God’s eternal grace…
M.C. Bolton, October 2017
Photo & video by TC, France, October 2017
Urban Dandy London 