Footprints In the Sand
the breeze is stronger now
the waves speak with passion
the mist in the air smells of autumn
our prominent imbedded footprints
anointed along the crystal sand
must ultimately come to an end
looking back to capture our etchings
we remember the fruits of our labor
caressed in the arms of the wind
every grain of our step
is being mixed and broken
where do we go from here?
standing there
we listen to the quiet
in between the breeze
we look up towards the multicolored sky
we remember the heat of the sun
the rapture of our journey
as our thoughts set to gather the harvest
we remember the seeds of growth
how each print was molded in the sand
we recognize what we attained
how we conquered
how we finally survived
now together with the wind
we trace our footprints
paint them across the moon and the sky
with the sounds of our breath
we acknowledge this astonishing view
thanking God we are alive
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