Being On Beach

Being on Beach Being on Beach sure was such a delight While there up into the air flew a kite Watched waves washing over soft sand As over horizon for short time had scanned. Sunset was terrific and beyond all belief For one more moment which had been brief Thought that I saw Jesus's face in a cloud With bright smile yet still seeming endowed. We were all looking from a long pier In a few seconds His face did disappear When again we returned to very same place We could no longer see or find Jesus's face.