By the Shore

By Elliott Robertson 

I was surprised to see my mother

walking by the shore.

She had died ten years before

without knowing how deeply I loved her.

“I wanted to return

to tell the God of Truth I love Him,

in the winter, in the summer,

in all His expressions in the world.”

She walked further down the beach

after she had spoken

in a language I had never heard before.

I stood still and watched

as she grew more distant, just a speck.

And when she disappeared, the words

she spoke trickled down from head to heart.

She had returned to speak to God

and she had found the Truth within me;

her mission completed--

she walked on until beyond my sight

returned to Heaven’s doorway, Heaven’s Light.

Elliott Robertson

Locust Street

Philadelphia,

PA 19139