The waves rush in
And bring debris
Of all the used up
Remnant of the sea.

Children play in
View of watchful eyes,
While bird of prey
Fill the clear blue skies.

The breaks in the surf
Roar up to shore
As surfers in their suits
Cling to their boards.

Heavy breezes fill the air,
Stirring up the smells
While out in the deep blue,
Currents swell.

Seagulls calling out
For mate and food,
Glide round and round,
On pier post stood

Waiting for a scrap
Of an unwanted catch,
Always happy to get,
Either this or that.

Oh what a mystical
Wonder of creation,
The sky and blue sea
Lack separation.

They blend together,
Like on a canvas
While artists strokes
To its advantage,

How awesome that
It didn't evolve.
It was made by God,
Mystery solved.

The earth scooped out,
Filled with water,
And life abounds
Beneath it's swallow.

To God be the glory
For all He has done
To make such a beauty
Of water and sun.

And place man here
To thrive and absorb
The wonders of standing
On the seashore.

Shirley Barr
(Shy)
© March 28, 2004

 

Genesis 1:10

And God called the
dry land earth; And
the gathering together

of waters called He
seas; And God saw
that it was good.

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