Title: Flood Tide

When, through some ebbing Tide of Circumstance,

Your Life seems parched and barren, like the sand;

This is your Assurance, if you Stand;

That soon a Tide of Blessings ensue.

Life’s sea has Depths of Good beyond your Knowing

Which Rise and Fall through Life’s Unmeasured


And what may now appear an Arid Hour,

Is but your Preparation for their Showing.

For Surging back, the Tide returns Once More

To Heights you may have Never Seen Before.

Max Dunaway