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It Leaves Me Breathless
The sea waves live- both fast and slow;
they gallop high, then tiptoe low,
_by Poet
There's nothing quite as moving as the sea
that takes my breath away with mystic bliss;
the strength of waves that move with majesty
as white-caps froth and roll with no resists.
With deepest roar, they crash upon the shore
and then change course in rolling back that force.
Their rhythm never fails as they implore
that circling motion fed by endless source.
Astounding is the power that never ends;
though tides with shifting boundaries contend,
for as the Moon, with push and pull amends-
the highs and lows retract and then extend.
Majestic sea, I feel your mighty drive
which leaves me breathless as I walk the sand.
No force on earth can change your will to thrive!
Oh, gift for life, I honor your command.
Copyright ©
Sandra Haight
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