Once in a blue moon, I find myself alone on the beach.
A late weekend afternoon, the sun is a torch; but the relentless wind propels and cools me as I wander along the deserted shoreline.
Craving silence, I hear the deafening crash of waves hurled with a vengeance at my feet.
I seek an unobstructed stretch of sand, but waters and winds conspire and throw rocks in my path.
I long for inner contemplation and escape from the noise of everyday life, but all around me nature cries out so loud that I stop in my tracks and acknowledge the presence of the Artist who created it all.
I'm listening, Lord.
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| Kneeling in the sand, I await the pounding waves. |
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| The finery of wildflowers: Queen Anne's lace |
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| One of my favorite places: a sandy crevice in the rocks. |
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| Stairway to Heaven? |
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| The Creator's artwork |
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| Remnants of the Ice Age |
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| Nature thrives in its rocky bed. |
