On a shore, there is a bounty of life.
The landscape reveals the world’s mysteries.
The friends of God continuously visit the shore.
They respect it as the ancient source of life.
A beautiful ocean embraces the beach.
A soft breeze stirs its waters.
The shore gathers love from the wind.
I have been here before.
I know the beach is eternal.
The divine sea provides hope.
When I am there, I pray for a life of peace.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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