THE OCEAN

I hear the roar of the ocean waves,
They call to me, it’s all the rave.
The birds they all do seem to gather
By themselves they never scatter.
The waves are lapping at the shore
The ocean seeks me ever more.
I walk along the unspoiled beach
I kick the sand, I’d like to teach
The people who follow behind me here,
To leave it as they found it near.

The gulls and egrets all do gather,
In their own groups with all the chatter.

When on the beach at night I walk,
No moon or stars I see,
But the waves against the ocean
Floor keeps slapping back at me.

I shall not leave this blessed place,
Where my God I look and see His face.
I notice in the sand I see,
The footprints don’t belong to me.
   Kathryn Neff Perry
August 24, 2008

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