Chill breezes whirl around bare legs
Into this ethereal place I wander
Unsure of climes foreign to my senses
Tides mysteriously run away from me
Leaving pristine sands in hypnotic patterns
The very clouds have ventured down
To dance among unsuspecting mortals
Oh that I might hide amidst this vapor
Speech is sacrilege yet voices filter to me
I choose to hear nothing but the waves
Could God’s embrace be so transparent
As fog hugging the shore
Could God’s embrace be a comforting blanket
Made of mystery and doubt and grey days
Rhythm beats wet over unshod feet
Shivering arms hold me
Musings go unanswered yet reassure
My toes dig in the sand
My soul lifts
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