The Gift of Faith

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and so these tired
old, barnacled feet
begin a new day
the air is crisp,
and possibilities
whisper to me in the wind…
i gaze toward
the mighty ocean
which is full of power
all churned up
crashing down
hard upon the soft sand
as if it is
spanking it…

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the sky begins to lighten up-
glorious pinks
contrast against the
harsh, cool blue of water
i am caught up in the
simplicity of the reflection
of light
the soft beauty
and grace
of each new day
i get to begin
here
on my little stretch of beach…

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i hear the calling
of the sea
as my eyes open
early morning
and greet God…
for me
God is the ocean
i am the moon shell
no matter where I am
HIS
grace
light
love
energy
surround me
HE
washes me of my sins
and
unconditionally
forgives
the fact
that i am human
there are no expectations,
only acceptance

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that i am flawed
just like the barnacled shells
i find washed up on the shore…
the pinks
turn to yellow and orange-
the sun is waking up
birds take flight
as i gaze at their
wingspan
wishing i too
was mid air
gliding over
the vast
ocean
and
power
of
GOD…

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as i return home
my feet
place upon the weathered wood
instead of soft sand
i carry with me
the gift of this
day
and
every
day
which
is
my
FAITH….

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