Fingers of fine silver tore across the open sea,

chasing away the night that lay before me..

Large banks of clouds held firm their place,

 as golden sunbeams intertwined like fine lace.

It was morning… a new and wonderful day,

 And it had come once again to this most magical place.

 Giving birth to sand, sky and sea.

I marveled, I gasped and stood amazed, as

Birds of all kinds soon began to fill the air,

Spilling forth in all their glorious splendor

The embodiment of what it is to really be free.

A gull here, a starling there, chirping away

Songs of love… a special greeting for me.

 I know now in my heart, I feel it in my soul,

This is indeed, how God meant it to be.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003

Tuesday, Nov. 18^th 6:50 am.

Tybee Island, Georgia