WALKING EACH OTHER HOME
In these uncertain political times many of us have entered a new (or another) sort of Footprints in the Sand situation. For those who might not know Footprints in the Sand, here are some opening lines from the poem:
"One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him, and the other to the LORD. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand... ." --Mary Stevenson, 1939.
A little side-bar: I think it's interesting that The Wizard of Oz would come out in 1939, and WWII would also begin the same year as Foot Prints in the Sand was written.
Continuing.
It has been said that Mary Stevenson was still a girl when she wrote her Footprints poem. Maybe she saw the movie, maybe it scared her, maybe she wrote the poem in response? Maybe she was a mystic and her sensitive unconscious intuited the dark times ahead?
Breathe.
And now to try and bring this all together-- When the last scene of individual, collective, cosmic life flashes before us, will we see footprints in the sand? Answer: "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was (is, and always will be) then that I carried you." --The LORD!
One last thing, I'm thinking of something someone wrote to me a few weeks ago, "We are all just walking each other home." I am right there with that someone; her words still land in me, "a crash without a sound..." confirming, "how life's reverberation it's explanation bound." --Emily Dickinson
So will we see footprints in the sand in the last scene of our life? Yes!
And in many scenes before that within.
