Passing Moments

There is a special hiding place
where all souls find their rest.
It is where the sea, at its journey’s end
is caressed.

The surf bounds onto the shore,
welcoming whatever comes its way,
inviting the shells and rocks
to share in its bubbly spray.

This empty shell waits, patiently, silently,
in the sun and the rain,
guided by the Grace of the wind,
transformed by promising waves,
becoming one with the sand outlining the shore—
A testimony to the Wisdom and Strength of Infinity.


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