Morning Prayer



 Soft sand beneath my feet.

Wind off the water pulling at my hair.

Waves crashing rhythmically.

Glimmering light reflecting off the surface.

I close my eyes and still feel it's warmth.

I sense the Creators' presence fully.  

Another day. 

I feel.  I breathe.  I trust.

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