Shorebirds 82

​If you're lucky enough to be at the beach, you're lucky enough

​​​Walk the Beach

. . . To find a treasure.
To exercise the limbs, to soothe the soul.
To praise God and to admire His handiwork.
To marvel at the birds that play against the sky and clouds.
To watch the waves
As they dance their way over and around the rocks.
To feel the sun and the wind pressed against my face
And to run from the foam grasping for my feet.
To think . . . to reflect.
To see a million years of conflict
And to realize that life is as simple as . . .
‘THE LAND AND THE SEA.’
To walk hand in hand with nature
And draw upon its energy . . .
Which is never-ending and as constant as the stars.
And no matter how far apart my visits might measure . . .
I am always free to renew an old acquaintance with myself.
Peter Dueber