Beachcombing

The sound of the swish of surf on the shore
The song of the wash on shingle once more.
The seamless stretch of a soft sandy beach
Sun sparkling blessings on all she can reach.
A sad stranded starfish pleads up at me
I save it, spin it, back where it should be.
Some simple shells, superb colours and shapes
Bleached silver branches, scoured and raked.
Shiny stone spheres for soothing the senses
Massages my sole, my body untenses.
These secret treasures secure in my hand
By the hush and sigh of sea on the sand.
Such seductive sounds, swish, wish, bliss,
Shield deep sad stories of lives gone amiss
So much space and peace, such serenity
Listen to the sound of eternity.

CJP 2009

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