A Walk on the Beach


A warm summer morning

grit beneath my feet

gentle waves coming in

relaxation in the heat


The birds are singing

a beautiful summer song

diving for fish

all the day long


The gulf brings in shells

filled with grit

treasures from the water

nature’s gifts


The sound is relaxing

renewing my soul

a morning meditation

speaking stories told


The waves are small

covering my feet with sand

a gentle massage

feels so grand


Time to enter the world

leaving this place

my soul is nourished

filled with God’s grace


copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce


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  1. ‘Time to enter—leaving this place’
    I like the way you differentiated the two words. Great post..

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