Meter Monday: "Worship at the Beach"

by Marilyn Moy

combing my fingers

watch how the sand sifts and

moves as gracefully

as Venetian curtains are draped over tall windows

resting my feet on the minuscule sand slope dune, I leave

my footprints in the sand

knowing God has been leaving His footprints in the sands of my heart

walking to the waters

up till my knees

are enveloped by the cold

silver blue-gray foam

waves drowning out my voice

and thoughts

forming bodily

towering shadows as the sun

lowers into resilient oblivion

the first time my old soul

walked on the soft sands of a beach

feeling like a kid again

Freely soaring as my knees

hit the ground.

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