Held by hands in inescapable grasps in flight
Feel eyes watching over us by day and night
Every move we make, every breath we take
Frames so frail, they slowly fail, finally brake
A constant presence as evident everywhere
Helpless to extricate ourselves in utter despair
Ravages seen on the beaches of our lives
A wily foe, unwillingly known on days as spies
Hands as sands outstretched, they welcomed us
A moment that began a fragile journey in trust
May we find a way to navigate its glassy path
Innocent we are to our brokenness, till, death do us part
Until with you, when released, that chime we hear
The ones we once loved, now no more here
This we know, for all we are, and hope to be
Where, when poured out, we'll once more return to eternity
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.