Feather Step

They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the sea

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Under Surface

Turbulent and troubled waters, inky black the swelling ocean: bobbing up and chopping downwards as the sunlight sneaks away. Far beyond the water hillocks endless wastes of dark and deepness beckon to the weary swimmer etiolate of warming rays. – Down beneath the dipping wave splash thousand single fishes swiggle swept along by bubble currents […]

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Light on the Water

Across the water, shines the light: a bobbing, gilded trail; a sunset strand of gold and glow that floating calm across the chop of purpled-black and ember waves still leads us on to where the graves of day’s last sunlight drop once fought its losing battle—slow: a spark of fire gone pale as silhouetted silence […]

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The Open Shore

To bless, He waits, expectant, from His throne while down below the toilsome ant-roads long lead peopled millions to their bleak alone, and darkened nights withhold the joyful song. He reaches out, His very self to give while creatures grub for grabbing in their need and use the crumpled husks of life they live like […]

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Like an Ocean

Life is one long ocean strand just touched by the horizon. It surges, swells, and dips like dells, and presses ever skyward. – Reaching shores unrecognized, it slaps against a castle then swishing foam, retreating home, it heads for open water— where whirling wind betrays the calm in gusts and squalls and lightning, and ships […]

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My Lot

The puddles shine like glass on dampened, trampled trails; the rivers run each day where the forest stays and stales— well fit, they say, for me. But I can hear the sea. Perhaps the pond that rests among the browning hills? The crystal lake that skirts the mountain’s cedar frills? Enough for all but me […]

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Castles on the Shore

We built our castles by the shore by foamy surf and shell-crushed sand, our ears resounding with the roar of water crashing into land. — By foamy surf and shell-crushed sand we formed the ramparts, built the wall, The water crashing into land reminding us to make it tall. — We formed the ramparts, built […]

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