Perhaps

she will land

upon That Shore,

not in full sail,

but rather,

a bit of broken wreckage

for Him

to gather.

 

Perhaps

He walks Those Shores

seeking such,

who have believed

a little,

suffered much

and so,

been washed Ashore.

 

Perhaps

of all the souls redeemed

they most

adore.

 

From “Sitting by My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham (2006, BGEA)