The sinking sun fades into the ocean.
Seabirds pause in silence for a moment.
The wind is calm and the water still.

This mystery is repeated every day.

The words of ancient lore
call this moment a sacred time.

I reflect on my deeds today.
I ask for guidance through the night.
I pray that the morning sun will be shining.
I wait for another moment tomorrow.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Crashing Waves and Bird. By Vu Bui [Image license]