Saturday, May 19, 2012

Sand art

Stone worn by time, the seasons, sun and wind.  It reminds me of a wave upon the Gulf.  Not the kind of waves surfers look for, it is beyond the tide’s pull, it will not crest. 

Sorry, nothing profound.  A restless night without sleep. This image came back to me.  Stone weathered, worn, now a wave. Nature’s own sand art.  May I likewise trust Nature’s sweet hands of Life, to leave the same gentle beauty in me.

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