I saw my Lord walking
along the shoreline
euphoric green waves
frolicked at His feet
racing towards
Him
they longed to touch
His splendor
Royal pelicans
flew above Him
like angels in divine formation
His wind tossed curls
Glittered with bits of
seafoam
and even the Sun
descended and knelt
at His holy feet
Who can gauge His Glory
We are all sacred echoes
inside a seashell
pressed to his celestial lips
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
I saw my Lord walking
along the shoreline
euphoric green waves
frolicked at His feet
racing towards
Him
they longed to touch
His splendor
Royal pelicans
flew above Him
like angels in divine formation
His wind tossed curls
Glittered with bits of
seafoam
and even the Sun
descended and knelt
at His holy feet
Who can gauge His Glory
We are all sacred echoes
inside a seashell
pressed to his celestial lips
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