Today marks Norma Alloway's birthday. Here is one of her poems from Listening: friendly thoughts from the seashore.
An ebbing tide snatched at my feet
frustrated as it beat retreat.
I mockingly said: "You can't catch me!"
and laughed as it slipped back to sea
restrained by a quiet unseen hand
which determined its progress on the land
So may we walk serene - each hour
hedged by God's protective power