I stand upon the beach of time
As the tide of stars and space
Roll in and lap up on my feet.
They soothe the memories of my fate
And remind me of sacred promises
Whispered in the night sky of my dreams
And there I see, out on the horizon
The sacred unseen streets
Of cities built without hands
And the angels that walk there
Call to me to step out upon the mystery
Of the great ocean of space, and to believe
That the impossible is possible.
“Walk upon the water,” they say.
“Come home, Adam, to the memory
Of the thing that you once were.”
And I step out upon the stars and space.
I leave the beach of time behind me,
And enter into the wilderness
That lies between worlds.
And I walk, walk, walk, by faith.
Until the beach of time disappears
And I am alone with the sacred memory
Of the call of angels.
