| | Rushing waves, they bare the sand
This sifting ground on which I stand
To ponder the span of the horizon
How far between ocean and land?
Saturated grains surround my feet
Slowly, slowly their burial complete
Waves crash round them, and wash them clean
Again for the process to repeat
I watch the water recede to its sanctum
Marveling at its perpetual momentum
Contemplating the vastness of the ocean’s expanse
To look from land it would seem infinitum
Turning away I catch a glint
A bright light compels me to squint
Rays of sun illuminate before my eyes
An object small and beautifully mint
Reaching to take it in my grasp
Within murky waves it eludes my clasp
Yet their inexorable retreat again reveals a brilliant sparkle
I snatch it from its sunny bask
Cradled in my palm, a pearl
Pricelessly beautiful as a young girl
As I contemplate its provenance
My gaze is swept into the ocean’s whirl
From its depth it gives to me
A precious gift, to land, from sea
The ocean, boundless, vast, and terrible
Has birthed on sand a sight to see
So as I stand upon the shore
And hear the waves foreboding roar
As I ask “How far between?”
Joy I hold, I fear no more
My eyes behold a lovely sight
This precious piece of light
A beacon for my path across the depths toward the sunlit skyline
Whence it received its beauty bright.
My eyes fixed on this brilliant horizen
My jewel I carry till I reach Zion
-Katy Sessions
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