PSALM 189
Praise the Lord,
you crashing waves -
as well as you slow lapping -
sliding into the shore waves.
You ocean to my right,
you ocean to my left,
you ocean right in front of me.
Praise the Lord,
you sand I’m standing on,
you sand surrounding me,
you beaches of the earth,
praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord,
you sky above, you gulls,
gliding, sliding, riding, surfing
the cool currents of the air.
Praise the Lord,
you sand pipers, you joggers,
you walkers, moving along
on the edge of the oceans
and the waters of the world. Amen.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
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