You show me a skull, tell me you scare people,
and you don’t believe in God.
I nod and listen, smile a little, and hold out my hand.
Come with me, let’s walk together. Take my hand –
It’s warm, you say – yours is, too, but I knew it would be.
Let’s walk the shore and you tell me why God can’t exist.
I promise to hear you, if you promise to stop with me,
close your eyes and listen to the way waves
feel as they gather toward shore, and break
their release to the sand in song. And see the shells,
and the driftwood, each one a different sea sailor. Listen;
they will tell you stories of voyages and places you could
never know. Breathe the salt air, know it like home,
like carefree summer days and moonlit nights, it holds you.
Now let the words go and watch as my sun floats to the waiting
sea, his arms outstretched to embrace her. Do you feel the yellow?
I watch you close your eyes, and I wrap my arms around you
as the shades of glow and sincerity wash through you. Quiet.
The sun has gone and sweet blue shines the sand. You turn
around silently to hug me. I feel it. Watching you drive away,
I see you smiling. There is love all around you.
God just followed you home.
Oh, I like the way you write. You are a brain tumor survivor? I have epilepsy. We could talk, I’m sure. Thanks for liking my poem “The Door.”
beautiful sunrise and sunset make us peaceful moment. nice picture.
So beautiful, I love this, you have such a gift
wow, I got serious chills reading that. thank you!
It’s hard not to think of God when the sun is setting, while one is at a beach. You’ve reminded us of this beautifully!
Blessings ~ Wendy
So beautiful sunrise ! I love this
Beautiful! I’m gland you stopped by my blog!:)
i absolutely enjoyed this! indeed if we ever experience real love, we experience God. thanks for liking my poem “a tribute to genius”.
Magnificent. You described the ocean and emotions beautifully.A good poem always swwns to flow easily.