Where the Footsteps End

This is the place
where footsteps end,
where others turned back,
whether due to tides or storms
or weariness, they chose to go no further.

It is a place of magic and fear,
where life ends
and life begins
where your journey, so long shared
is now yours
and yours alone,

where you wonder if perhaps they knew something
you do not,
something that caused them to say… “No further.”
and you wonder
if you are fortunate, or foolish, whether what lies ahead
is delight
or doom.

But you have come to be alone with your God,
to find a place where no one else is there
but you and he,
where all other voices can be dismissed as mere noise.

And you are here. There is no turning back.

And so, you walk,
surrounded by surf and wind, sand and sky,
and listen.

About this poem

Not everyone comes to this place. The noise is easier than the listening.

Tom