Sitting in the beachfront
Watching people
Others are ending their day
Some are just beginning
Trying to figure out
which is which
which is which
But what if all will get down
On their knees
Like Hudson Taylor
Or
Like the palm trees
That bends over to pray
—In agony
for ‘twenty-four
willing skillful laborers’
The rays of light
Dying out in the distance
