Ocean Grove (NJ) Beach
COMMUNION
Alone,
in the morning
except
for gulls, pipers
and a
few fishermen far out on the jetties
I walk
along the shoreline
Fringes
of waves
rhythmically
roll over my sandy feet
as I
worship You with quiet song—
The
soft ocean rumble, my accompaniment
At
rose-toned dusk
I
stroll along a mountain path
lush in
deepening shadows
Cognizant
of my serenity,
I
appreciate the harmony
designed
into creation by You
Cozy in
my bed
in the
quiet moments before slumber meets me
my
pre-sleep meditation is prayerful thanks
for the
blessings that surround me, and
the
giving heart of You.
Maude Carolan
This poem began with
an early morning stroll along
Ocean Grove Beach,
vacation's end, the summer of `94.
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