Topping the protective dune, we froze, speechless in wonder to see the birth of the day laid out before us.
*Creation
sunrise
Manifestus
I will never know the breadth of God,
Nor the height, nor the depth.
Yet, I pause in awe of dawn’s majesty
Some early morning walks by the sea.
Salt Run Adventure Dreaming
On the first star-filled morning of each second month, I hasten to the Lighthouse Pier where I take photos in the rosy-dawn light of sailboats at anchor on Salt Run. There, at each click of my camera’s shutter, I find myself inserted into misty images of daring voyages to distant and mystical lands.
Morning Crossing
At exactly two minutes past Sunrise, its motor near idle and muffled by the breaking waves, the boat slipped over the golden pathway, unobserved by those conversing at the shore’s edge.
Psalm
Gently comes my God some days
Gently wakens me
Gentle breath upon my soul
Instills divine serenity
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