and yellow
beach umbrella
blue cooler
pink
sand
bucket
under
straw hat
and stooped shoulders
I
spied God
today.
he lumbered
through
foot-churned
sands
while two
brown-skinned
children
played
in
his wake.
arms
outstretched
to bear
the burdens
of their
excess…
yellow sand
shovels,
sunscreen bottle
and
sandcastle
mold
all
overflow
in
his embrace.
these tiny
colorful
God-gifts
of a
Father’s love.
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8 comments:
"foot-churned"... such a word, perfect, that. for such a poem.
i've been thinking of you at the beach... you drawing lines in the sand for writing.
so you have!
when He makes a way... keep writing.
how i send love!
all's grace,
ann
I liked the half- and internal-rhyme of these lines...
"and yellow
beach umbrella"
Fun poem. :)
Are you on Pensacola Beach? If so, I live here. B
God-gifts and sandcastles. What a way to spend the day. Thank you for sharing your fun!
Blessings.
Wonderful - your words paint a picture - overflowing. Thanks for sharing your trip...such joy.
Brief, succinct, yet full of meaning. Very good! Thanks for the recent visit and comment, too. wb
I love that you spied God!:) Great poem!
a nice picture of seeing God presented in a path of discriptive words leaving a loving trail - i liked this: "God-gifts of a Father’s love."
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