Another Time, Another Place
The sound of the pounding surf.
by Marguerite Treon
The beauty of the waves as the tide comes and goes.
Walking along the beach, the spray upon your face.
The smell of ocean air as a breeze whisks across your face
and blows your hair.
The sound of sea gulls from above.
How peaceful and beautiful this gift from God. How I yearn to walk this beach.
To hear the gulls, to feel the spray on my face.
the sand between my toes.
To see the beautiful ocean, to watch the tides come and go.
The sun rising, the glitter of the rays upon the sea.
This beautiful gift from God. How beautiful the peace upon your soul
The walk with God, the quiet moments to share,
I can almost hear the pounding surf, smell the salt sea air.
I almost feel the breeze as it brushes my cheek.
To be upon the beach, see the sun rise and set,
to feel the ocean spray upon my face again. Oh how I miss this wondrous gift from God.