Sight line ends
where water creases sky.
Rhythmic waves,
the breath of wind.
Gulls glide by in slow motion.
Clouds first pink,
turn violet grey.
Glisten paths upon the sea.
Surely I am in church today,
my knees upon the sand
seeking intercession
in genuflection,
closer my God to thee.
Photos from beach by our deck in Provincetown. Assignment from my September 21 Day Challenge was to write a poem using the strategy of litany (listing) and end with a longer sentence, with a stronger meaning.
lillian the home poet 
Very spiritual. Sweet.
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Thanks, Carol.
Back home yesterday afternoon. This afternoon Bruce and Lynne arrive -short visit till Tuesday afternoon. Will be so fun to have family here 🙂
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Lillian,
I love how you’ve married “Prayer” with Nature. Spirituality to me is often found in the appreciation of the natural world. It is there we can glean the awesome force around us – like the beauty of the sea and sand.
am:)
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It’s true…..stopping to look at and listen to the natural around us does indeed bring a sense of spirituality to my being.
Home now in Boston — will be having my coffee on our deck again, with beautiful seaside memories in my head 🙂
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Ah, the world traveler returns to the 7th floor:) Hope you’re are rested and refreshed, Lillian. Based on your prose – I’d say so 🙂
am:)
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