Waves of peace wash over my soul,

As I walk along the shore;

Sun brightly shining warms me deep,

Hopes rise with the tide once more.



Standing on endless sands of time,

Crushed and pounded by pressure;

Like single grains, are we not?

Each needed for the measure.



Dipping and diving seagulls call,

Ever questing for their food;

"Keep on, keep on," they cry,

The searching goes on for good.



Waterborne spirits fly from the sea,

Lifted to higher places;

Fair clouds dancing to windsong's beat,

Constantly changing faces.



Waves of peace wash over my soul ....





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