Among the Shells

Sleepy ocean laps the shore,

wakened by the piercing cries

of gulls that search the glistening swells

to find their food that God supplies

Gliding swiftly, hovering, still…

persistent in their endless quest

along the beach, among the shells;

seldom do they stop to rest

Sleepy ocean, restful sea;

can words convey your voice to me,

Of God whose hand all wonders made;

and all these less than man…?

As my feet now press the sand,

eye upon the glistening swell;

Too long I see, my search has been

along the beach, among the shells…

Authored by: Stephen D Hare

Copyright© 2/2006

steve@hareswares.com

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