I must hurry said the pen to hand
There is a fleeting promise
To bring this grand scene to life
The moving waters that tell so much
And hold the eye in fascination so full
That the world seems to revolve
Fade in and then dissolve
As the waters churn and spray air burns away
resolved in the sun, while so close
The calm, the sea at rest
It is a story of a simple strand
A finger’s tip of dry land
Where earth stubbornly lifts tiny sands
To make a wall against the force of tides
It is a place where time divides
Peace and fury
Above the unseemly fray
A woman’s eyes discover this day
And uncover a bit of mystery
To pass as if hand to hand, lovingly
The miracle of a moment that stays
In the eyes and thoughts - -
this charmed bay
And then as if the magic were not enough
It passes to the hearts, piercing through rough
News and views of the world’s troubles…
Yet so many chances for the good for all,
A reminder that great power is sometimes small
We gain faith when we touch and agree
Like a tiny piece of land, tames an angry sea
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