Poem: Sunday at the Shore

Sunday at the Shore

A small child stands at the window,
hair waffling in the wind,
still as a statue, staring
outward to sea as you watch, and

for a moment, that child is you,
looking past the moment
to a great beyond,
wondering at what lies beyond,
fearful of the magnitude of a universe
so far reaching, hopeful

for a God so loving
that even in the vastness,
his eye is firmly fastened
on you.

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The picture was taken in Miami, Florida. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom