waves rise and fall
spill on the shore
where a cascade of stones
tumbles
polished and honed
sharp edges soften
rocks become velvet
each one shines
uniquely
yet together
they whisper holiness
God made me
and He sees
shades of blue and green calm the mind
aquamarine
the horizon beckons
the fog hovers over the water
it hugs the coast
then pulls back like a curtain
to reveal what’s real
hidden before
now exposed
the eye see pine and rock and those
flowers that hide in clefts of stone
gentle beauty in stillness grows
my soul exhales, expands
and then
finds right perspective in the end
