Grace

    I like to wade where little minnows play,
    And walk the beaches when the sun sinks low.
    The sea-born breezes always softly blow,
    As ribbon skies unfurl each purple ray.

    The curfew of the day has come to share
    It’s lovely colors with the solemn night.
    My soul has blended, with the fading light,
    In bliss that seems to grow without a care.

    I watch swift seagulls fly, in endless chase;
    Across the foamy waves they swoop and soar.
    My thoughts, directed heavenward once more,
    Are touched and blessed by God’s benignant grace.