Paradise Waters of the Gulf

Green the confusing reverence of the place the holy-waters of the gulf white eucharist sand trucked-in sunday anew and flowers ever fresh renew the question I watch clouds west overrun spilling sun in the horizon and comes rain each day warm same time same slow way like the same song then I think such simple acts as prayer hands together press or happiness gone to hearts reach again. Unable to feel these overtures of sky and air and light yet might I find reason here to live if at all _________________ ©© 2000