It's amazing where we find ourselves.
As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor.
Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground.
Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon that floor.
It was far overlooked since most individuals are focused on the oceans waves crashing to shore.
I would be remise to suggest her serene bliss, every time she found another without any chips.
She suddenly reached and this bend took some time to realign her spine, but when she did you seen the sun hit a tear rolling down her cheek, I watched her lips read, chipped enough and beautiful like me.
It was the beauty of the ocean that allowed her to see that her pain, and her heart were a little imperfect, but God made her perfect, like all her sand dollars collected, would be.
Categories:
sand dollar, adventure, beach, blessing, deep,
Form: Rhyme
SOUL TO SOUL
(Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.)
SOUL TO SOUL ***
The early morning call.
A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave.
A message bringing within a mosaic of tears,
long to explore.
The sand dollar rolling ahead
of a white-foaming wave.
Memory catapults her presence
again beside me.
The sand dolllar pauses on some wet sand
and slowly gives the sky a twirl.
Hers was an enfolding heart that Gave and Knew.
The sand dollar, yet to tip, receives
the brightness of the sun.
Hers was the company of light, soul to soul.
The sand dollar at last rests,
beyond any waves pulling it back.
The everywhere she went, already misses her.
The sand dollar, not thrilled by blank, blue sky,
Is joyous to see tiny fingers taking hold of its
circling side,
blocking the sun with such
a blessed giggling heart.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 2/5/22
Glory to God
Categories:
sand dollar, friend, grief, hope, imagery,
Form: Elegy
With sand dollars in our pockets
we could live without a care;
I would lasso two sea horses;
we would ride them everywhere.
A simple life of freedom
would be yours and mine to share;
living solely for each other
on a silver strand somewhere.
Oh, the heartache men would barter
just to smell the sweet sea air
unencumbered by the burdens
that came upon them unaware.
They would trade a pile of money
For a day without fanfare,
Walking barefoot on white beaches--
just sand dollar millionaires.
Copyright, July 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
sand dollar, freedom, life, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Dearest sand dollar, bring me piece
Bring me tomorrow and an ocean rose
Bring the wind that I might hear you
That I might know your wisdom
Dearest sand dollar, hold together
Give me hope and a friend on the beach
Give leave to shadows and jade
So I can smile at the hot sunshine
Dearest sand dollar, last forever
Leave me with nothing more to need
Leave me warm in the night
For I wish to grow fruit in my garden
Dearest sand dollar, break in the waves
Show me a fragment of perfection
Show me that the sun will always set
I want to be more than just another sand dollar in the sand
Inspiration:
Written when I was in search of my wife. I knew she was here somewhere; I was just
having trouble figuring out where exactly.
Categories:
sand dollar, hope, inspirational, introspection, loveme,
Form: Free verse