The Tide Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

As I think back of those lonely nights ebbing away,
They rush back to remind me,
That they are here to stay.
Does it really matter anymore, life that is?
When does the time come when we are permitted to let go?
And when the time does comes, will I be prepared?
For might it be quick?
The ending of the physical body?
Surrendering of the spirit,
Releasing into the next realm,
Never ceasing, like a tide
That releases and surrenders eternally.