We can hear, smell and feel so much at the beach.
Allowing me to pleasure in the wonders that be.
Aloneness can turn to peace, and peace to happiness.
Soft breezes touched my hair, cooled my skin.
I was away from all I had ever been.
I need not wear my mask, He knows who I am.
With every gentle touch it brought the fragrance of the sea,
So full of life and living things right straight on out to me.
Other beings take meaning here, another world beneath the waters.
Out stretched wings flutter over head.
This is their home too, it must be said.
Quietly the moments pass with nature in movement all around.
I understand more now, what God made for us.
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 16:26
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Quiet
The hush of stillness surrounds me.Allowing me to pleasure in the wonders that be.
Aloneness can turn to peace, and peace to happiness.
Soft breezes touched my hair, cooled my skin.
I was away from all I had ever been.
I need not wear my mask, He knows who I am.
With every gentle touch it brought the fragrance of the sea,
So full of life and living things right straight on out to me.
Other beings take meaning here, another world beneath the waters.
Out stretched wings flutter over head.
This is their home too, it must be said.
Quietly the moments pass with nature in movement all around.
I understand more now, what God made for us.
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
Read 879 times
Written on 2007-01-17 at 16:26
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