Tickling my nose,
As I stroll along the sandy beach,
Listening to the breakers roll.
The seagulls circling overhead,
Wail an eerie cry,
Watching for a meal of fish,
To come swimming by.
Lingers on my tongue,
These things are all reminders,
Of back when I was young.
I recall the feelings,
Of peace beyond compare,
Each time I'd walk along the beach,
And sense my Saviour there.
Just to draw us near,
So we may feel His presence,
And talk to Him in prayer,
Away from the noise and rubble,
Of our daily lives,
He knows we need a place of rest and peace,
For He is wise.
And then to stop and rest,
He provided all things wonderful,
Because He knows what's best.
Jeannette E. Smith
May 11, 2002
