The Beach
As I walked down the beach, tears flowed like rivers from my eyes... The oceans mist dampens my face, reaching for the skies... As I walked, I replayed my day... Old memories aroused, all I could do was pray...
"Heavenly father, I call on you... Not really sure about life, nor why i go through what i do... Never understanding, why this pain won't fade... Even though I follow the path, of which you've made... For me to follow, I extend my hand... I feel you, see your prints, but don't understand... "
"My son I hear you when you call on me, I'm always around... I keep you upright, when i see you on your way down... The pain you feel, is to keep you strong... You're my child, yes you belong.. You extend your hand, while I carry you... Keeping you safe, no matter what you may go through... You acknowledge my foot prints, so you know I'm around... Keep you faith to the sky, and your feet on the ground... I'm always available, when you need my hand... Trust in me, in due time you'll understand"...
At that moment, I felt so relieved... Like I had no cares at all, something came over me... My tears dried, along with the mist from the sea... At this moment, this is the place I need to be... A sense of comfort, as I walked along this beach...
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