Morning of quiet...no spoken word.

Alone on a balcony...grateful.

Hearing His voice as waves crash

against white glistening sand...

as if to say

"Welcome My Love to a brand new day!"

The lifeguard's "flick" of opening beach umbrellas

one by one down the row

reminding us to number our godly tasks for the day.

Viewing numerous foot impressions in the sand &

being reminded that actions leave a mark of good or evil.

A gull flies here & there, to & fro, back & forth;

seemingly never to be satisfied...

Am I satisfied?

Is my mark of good?

Are my tasks godly?

Am I greeting my love...The Lord...each morning?

Alone?

Never.