Empty Hands

The tempest rages
I pour out my heart
In a torrent of tears
As an autumn orchard the sunset is painted
The turning of the tide has begun
I lift my empty hands up to thee
As the surf thunders upon the sand
Dawn breaches night's veil
Amidst the dew-kissed, fog-laced path beckons
A rose blossoms
The sojourner stumbles and falls
The Shepherd calls
To an unknown land
I sit upon your Rock
And the waves break over me.

By Shannon McKemie

June 6th,2000