As the wind rolled off the cool morning sand I felt the endearment of a touching hand, closed my eyes for a second's peace, breathing in deep, this wind I can't reach
Listening intently to the voice so low, speaking in tones of ebb and flow, hitting the shore, it moved me more, my spirit now feels reassured.
And as I felt the comforting omnipresence, thankful for the moment to commune in this presence
The radiant smile of the sun lit my face, from within me, my own smile began to radiate
This morning we spoke, it has been too long, grateful for blessings and such grace, of only a minute to meditate.
In our brief but meaningful conversation, all that was said was, it will be ok, that is all I need to make my day.
I AM REALLY LOVING THIS. YOUR POETIC SKILLS ARE EMERGING.
ReplyDeleteIt was certainly not my intent - but I'm going with the flow.
ReplyDeleteWhen i was younger I wrote poetry and verse. I wasn't bad but not brilliant. Why I stopped is lost in the foggy past somewhere. I enjoy your stuff. Inspiring. Thanks to you and to S.S. who directed me here.
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