The Ocean


The ocean
seems rather tired this evening
sighing as it washes slowly over sand
at the end of a long and weary day
the effort seems almost too much
Even pebbles that on the morning tide
would have yielded gladly to the flow
now offer resistance to the gentle ripples
Wind has ceased
There is peace
A calm tranquillity
A golden glow created by the setting sun
now stretches from horizon to my naked feet
pervades the very air I breath
and draw deeply into my lungs
There is a closeness
a one-ness
a unity
which no idle or insidious thought
would dare intrude upon
And in this personal
and private moment
I and my creator
communicate



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