Oceanic Praise

There is a flowing ebb
Right before my eyes.
It dances with the horizon,
And paints the dramatic skies.
There is a sailing wind
That gusts upon the tide.
It thrusts the raging seas
Into a boisterous ride.
There is a lingering howl
That bemoans the parting moon.
Lulling each bewailing heave
Into a gentle murmuring croon.
How intimate the vast expanse
Offers it’s proper praise
To the Creator of heaven and firmament
Adorned in splendid array.

11.13.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: whispers of the Holy Spirit

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