Waves of peace wash over my soul,
As I walk along the shore;
Sun brightly shining warms me deep,
Hopes rise with the tide once more.
Standing on endless sands of time,
Crushed and pounded by pressure;
Like single grains, are we not?
Each needed for the measure.
Dipping and diving seagulls call,
Ever questing for their food;
"Keep on, keep on," they cry,
The searching goes on for good.
Waterborne spirits fly from the sea,
Lifted to higher places;
Fair clouds dancing to windsong's beat,
Constantly changing faces.
Waves of peace wash over my soul ....
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