Communing With God

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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 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.