Just like every tide that rolls in must roll out
Every visiting soul to earth must clock out,
Tides come and go but leave an impression on earth of their presence so.
Some impression stand strong the test of time, whilst others quietly dissipate away, leaving but a sweet memory of their existence in the harmony of their moment.
But each grain of sand that is visited by the tide is washed by its love, nourished by its offerings and assisted with its journey, for however long their companionship tis meant to be.
You are but a grain of sand in everyone's story, but a tide in your own, be the tide that rolls in with affection, full of nourishment, not the tsunami to cause chaos and disruption.
Be the grain that supports in unison the weight of every passing tide,
Be the grain that stands witness to the love and grace of every story in which you part take.
The sea is salty no doubt, but remember not the taste of the salt but the replenishment that it provided to your thirsty soul.
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