From Poet, Sailor Bob

I've talked about Robert Larkin, aka Sailor Bob in the "Change of Heart" post and how besides being my sailing mentor, he is also a dear friend and poet.
On the morning of October 12, 2004 before we went sailing, he shared his most recent poem with me. I share it with you because I recognize this as talking to me as well as I'm sure you might recognize it talking to you.

In God's time
On the beach,
Watching the waveletts
Roll pebbles and shells
Back and forth;
I feel the shoulder chips,
Of resentment, fall off
And into the grinding
mill at my feet.

In God's time
these sharp chips
Will become dull,
thru time and tide,
Smooth enough to
pick up and throw
Away forever.

-- Larkin 12 October 2004