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On Beach Grass

Praise be unto waves,
rising as the surf warms up;
Join hands and voices;

Pitch pipe is ruffling 
the spirit that lay dormant;
Higher vibration;

Underlying breeze 
raises the hairs on your neck;
Windy rosary;

A hymn of the sea,
sitting in pews made of sand;
Full congregation;

Reporting for high noon Mass
with madrigals on beach grass.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Kyser Avatar
November 10, 2024 at 8:26 AM
very nice imagery!
Udaeta Avatar
November 10, 2024 at 10:28 AM
Thank you!
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