Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon - Mile 11 Sponsor: Mark Toney
Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow upon the sandy shore marred by the feet of travelers. There, in the golden glow of sun, where sky and land and ocean meet, each scar is washed away by the deep reach of faithful waves, poured from the font-like sea; here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach and leaves behind unblemished purity. I walked along the water's edge and saw the prints I made, which in so short a time were gone- the shore, agleam without a flaw, and I exulted in the holy clime- As if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand, was mended by the hallowed sea's great hand.
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