EASTER 3

Early morning
Down at the beach,
Sandpipers leave their footprints
In dark wet sand, while
Close by the dunes
Jesus lights a fire and broils a little fish.

He waves as I walk by,
And my little dog sprints on ahead,
Kicking up sand.

That fish smells so good I think
If I could but taste it,
If I could but savor a tiny bite,
I might be healed,
I might perhaps know
Eternal life.

Early morning
Down at the beach,
The fishing boats ride low in the water,
The air is heavy with salt,
And I can see
But not see,
The terrible wounds in his side.