Today we walk along the beach
at Enniscrone –
a vast expanse of golden sand
that stretches for miles
as grey waves lap,
oh so gently,
onto the shore.
I find myself thinking
about Granny Fisher.
She was born
over a hundred years ago
and used to spend time
walking along the shores
of Fahan, Inis Eoghain
when she was growing up.
I wonder …
Were waves gently lapping
on the golden sands
of Enniscrone
a long, long time ago
when Granny Fisher, as a young girl,
nearly got cut off
by the tide at Fahan?
Were the same waves tumbling gently
onto the shore of Enniscrone
two thousand years ago
when you were preaching
on the shores Lake Tiberius?
These thoughts impress upon me
the timelessness of the sea
and the timelessness of My God
and I realise that even the greatest
of my worries today
is merely passing.
I feel that I have been given a glimpse
of eternity.
I feel a deep sense of peace
and, as I continue on my way,
I am convinced
that all will be well.
© Claire Murray, 1st Nov 2019