Thunder in the air, salt on the breeze, this is what the sea is to me.
Waves that rumble, depths that glisten, green waters churned to foam, wild white horses riding on high, thick black clouds scurrying by.
Windswept dunes shifting all night, raucous seabirds squabble and fight. Flames that flicker in the blustery air, sand coated sandwiches, sausage and sauce.
Snuggled up warm with back to a dune, I stare sleepy eyed at the pale distant moon. Nighttime enfolds me, the day has past by, no more seagulls hauntingly cry.
Slumber comes softly and time slips away.
In dawns early light, a new day begins. Waves of lace gurgle and brew. Sunbeams dance on water and sand as shadows retreat from the Fathers great hand.
I could walk for hours on a beach of white sand, no one around, but Jesus and me.
That’s where He meets me. My Lord’s always there, out where the salt spray hangs in the air. When I am lonely, I just close my eyes then my Lord Jesus comes to reside. Peace fills my heart and all becomes new. I pray you know Jesus, just as I do.
I can seriously see the images you talk about in your blog, you have a great gift with words... keep it up :D