His Beach

Sand in my toes,
sea salt in my nose,
wind in my hair
my cares in the air.

Anxieties flee-
in a sea of peace and serenity.
Clouds passing by,
an endless blue sky.

Shells to discover
in pinks and caramel colors.
Footprints in the sand,
memories left where I stand.

Runners fly.
The seagulls cry.
Not an inch do I move,
soaking up sun in my beach groove.

Hours in paradise,
a tranquil sigh,
giving thanks for God’s grace,
in creating this place.

I bask in his love
as his divine light shines from above.
Puffy shaped doves,
my troubles do shove…


as I languish on His beach.

Cal-2017

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