There’s no score card in life,
though people have drawn lines in the sand,
made scales that only weigh things.

The ocean has its measure;
wondering, how many shells have you given away,
especially the ones you polished for years.

How many songs do you carry?
How many sun-lit waves and salty notes have risen
from the depths of your ocean floor?

How long have you floated in bliss?
Trusting Divine currents,
braving the rugged undertow that leads to peace.

At high tide, lines disappear.
The ocean looks to see who’s still standing,
gazing out at the Infinite.