Day 3 at the Shore
My Blue-Gray Ocean
Always in motion
My blue-gray ocean,
Surging and heaving,
I grew up believing,
She knew me.
Whirling and flowing
In rhythmic motion.
My breath in sync.
All the while, I think---
Time scurries.
One breath I'm bracing
For waves breaking.
New breath--my daughter
Splashing life in water.
Next breath her child,
Generations profiled
In melodious song
To which we belong.
Hold on to the day
Fast it slips away.
Gulls high ore' the sea,
Laugh at the futility.
Time swirls and foams
Tickling my toes.
Endless emotion,
My blue-gray ocean.
------G. Hill
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
---– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers have gone over me.
-----Psalm 42: 7
What a beautiful image to help remind me all day of your refreshing message. I needed this today ❣️
Thank you my dear friend 💕
You are most welcome. Wondrous days at the beach! Kids’ lips turning blue yet insisting they are not cold. I get to wrap them in warm towels and hug and hug them until warm. What a gift.
Gloria this is such an awesome post– thank you- am smiling as I think about the lips of the children turning blue – of course they are not cold- a memory of my days at the shore when I was a child! another beautiful image!
I live near the beach and do not go as often as I could. But when I do, I am always awed, whether it is roiling with waves or calm and turquoise and more beautiful than I could have imagined.
Once I went just to look. There was no one on the beach. It was turquoise and calm. Our sand is pure white here. I felt calmer and more at peace than any other time I remembered. Then a group of dolphin gracefully came into view. I try to remember this calmness when things are hectic.
Thanks, Gloria for your beautiful poetry.
Thank you Carol, for your heartfelt comments. I remember a time when I was truly worried about some of my life choices. I was at a difficult crossroads, so I went to the beach when no one was there, and in the wet sand, I wrote a prayer with a broken clam shell. There I remained to watch the tide came in. Tides are timid at first. There was a tentative swirling around my words, then a fast retreat. Next wave came with more confidence and finally, the ocean moved in and swallowed it up whole. And I smiled.