Memory’s tide came sweeping in
and caught me by
surprise. First one
wave washed ashore
and then another, until I
stood knee deep in
images – some
sad, some sweet – all
waves of the past coming to ease
my weariness:
nature’s holy
washing of feet.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
The scene you draw here is vivid to me, with all the poignancy of waves rising, falling, and receding as a cleansing tide rolls in. Thank you, Joan.
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