When the Ground Gives Way

Does the sand hide like treasure buried deep
Spite for the waves by whose crashing 'twas shaped?
For loss of majesty old cliffs may weep
Or greet their rebirth at every scrape;
As the ground gives way to the weighted past
Naught’s lost to waves but rather shore’s new growth
And deafening tides whose violence won’t last
Will ebb as did the love of my once betrothed;
As loss confounded the broken heart’s faith
In heaven’s promise of love thru the age;
Time the noble hero seeks to partake
In the soulmaking course from child to sage
The mountain reborn as beach on the shore
Quietly tutored me as no one before