The Grace Of Light

A kiss of light graced upon sand and shore,

Rays of another dawning etched in memory evermore.

Winds that whisper through palm and vine,

Sounds of solitude lost in time.

 Amber waves with gentle roll,

Wash away hidden burdens of the soul.

Lifting on high the spirit of man,

As he humbles himself to the uniqueness of God’s plan.

 For another kiss of light graced my face this day,

As I in sweet surrender made my way.

I journeyed down to where wave met shore

And tasted of the solitude hidden beneath the sun kissed sand.

J. Allen Wilson © September 28, 2004

Tybee Island, Georgia