At The Ocean's Edge

Along the Great Southern Ocean's edge I lingered
absorbing sights, sounds and smell
this has become a daily ritual
and starts my day's off well

The sound of wind across the water
whipping the wide ocean into a swell
of foaming, writhing, breathing energy
tossing tangy sea spray high
against rugged rocks along the shore



Overhead skies are cloudy and dark
With the threat of much needed rain
But they soon pass, leaving skies clear
and blue again

Walking briskly along hand in hand
we enjoy our great southern land
the salt laden winds dampening our clothes and hair
nothing can compare with the gentle whisper of the waves
rolling towards shore, then the hushed tone as it receeds
leaving lacy paterns from frothy bubbles
along the ocean's edge

As I look upon all God has created
in this special corner of of his wonderful world
I am filled with joy and gladness that I am able to share
these moments with others passing by along golden sands
leaving footprints interwoven with seaweed
shells and ocean sounds
Memories to treasure as we return to daily living
reminders to us of his abiding goodness and love
and his promise of life everlasting for all believers.



AMJB Feb 9th 2008