Endless Motion

Day 3 at the Shore

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 is in sync.
All the while, I think---
Time obliterates. 

One breath and I'm bracing
For waves o' re breaking.
New breath--it's my daughter
Splashing life in the water.

Next breath it's her child,
Generations profiled
In melodious song 
To which we belong.

Time swirls and foams
Tickling my toes.
Endless emotion,
My blue-gray ocean.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Lensball, Beach, Sea, Glass Ball

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers have gone over me. Psalm 42:

3 Comments Add yours

  1. lunchpartner says:

    What a beautiful image to help remind me all day of your refreshing message. I needed this today ❣️
    Thank you my dear friend 💕


    1. 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.


  2. Nancy E Buhrer says:

    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!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s