A man and his son wade into the ocean, westbound and free. Inside both of them, mighty universes flower and rage.
The man, divided in furious contemplation, knowing his own death more at hand, rejoices at the perception of his offspring, purity made life and cast into the world to become a brighter flame than himself.
The child, unbreakable in self-abandon, shoulders the waves, heaven's own joy.
Both are equally close to, are part of, eternity's body, God's own work.
And I, like a content ember doing its share at the bonfire, gently bend inwards, touching glory in her passionate, everpresent eyes.