Even the dried saltwater on the stones…

green grass during sunset

Photo by Nathan Cowley

 

Every part is beautiful.

Every wave is different.

Every seashell my passioned treasure.

Every color of blue and green soothes my soul.

There is music in the rolling of water to shore.

The seagulls sing harmony in a minor key.

The eastern morning sun rises like Heaven’s coda.

The sunset in the West a goodnight lullaby from God.

I kiss the sea oats whispering secrets to the dunes.

I love even the dried saltwater upon the pathway stones.

I am a Texas girl through and through,

but my Florida beach is the place I have to return to.

A tether, a life line in it’s order to refuel and renewal.

Just me, God, and the salty sea, my triage

It is all a gift of dreams to me that I gratefully adore