The Tide, Part II

there on the beach some
thousand years later,
where Jesus in his
new robes stood,
paced the shore to watch
a new tide swell and
toil, smooth rough
and tall stones
flat, we watched too and
bravely bore a turmoil:
“This is where broken
ships bed, this
is where halos from our
hidden enemies merge,
this is where the
whirling whirlpool ends.”

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!


Gabriel Muoio


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