Come on in,
the water’s fine.
We’re breathing light,
the night’s divine.
All of our cares
been set aside,
lost upon
the evening tide.
We came as ghosts,
with brittle skin.
We lost a host
of conversions.
We grow in loss,
we fade away,
until tonight,
tonight we make
the stars call out.
A million voices,
filling Heaven,
reaching the damned
and solace
for the tormented;
a Savior for the lost.
Gathering from far and wide,
this magnificent
congregation.
Here to meet the evening tide,
bringing in a way out.
Gather ‘round
and be calm.
when the Sun
shall come again,
you will be gone;
free of this condition.
Surrender your torments
and run down the hill
to the ocean.
Empty your cities
and put down your burdens;
the way out is coming soon.
Bring all your cares,
your children,
your lovers,
your parents.
The evening tide
will rise
higher than you’ve ever seen
to carry you all away.
And in the morning,
there will be silence.
So peaceful,
so austere.
Wondering what
the world would be like
without conflict,
constant anger,
gnawing fear.
Standing by
the cliffs
overlooking the ocean;
the tide’s gone out again,
the beaches clear.
Washing away
a million kinds of torment,
the sound of waves
is all I hear.
Give up all your
petty aggravations,
all you hollow men,
all you shallow creatures.
Evening comes
the tide will rise again.
come gather in
and be cleansed.
HG – 2018
