I love my evening stroll beside the waves,
collecting shells and thoughts along the way;
a daily trek my inner spirit craves,
beside the ocean at the end of day.
With thoughts upon what every sailor braves,
I let the ocean take my mind away.
That’s how I come to tell this tale to you;
about the day a shell came into view.
A perfect shell appeared along the shore
a gift before me from the ebbing tide.
I stooped to rinse it eager to explore,
just why its’ beauty had me mystified.
It spoke to me in words I can’t ignore,
a gentle voice exhaled from deep inside.
Surprised… I held it closer to my ear
its tone of voice was earnest and sincere.
I listened to the wisdom of the shell;
it told me that I need not walk the beach,
it said I need not ever say farewell
and knowledge that I need the shell will teach.
It told me that my heart will truly tell
that peace and love is well within my reach.
So if I cannot take my walk at all,
I listen to the echo of His call.
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Adding your comment:
This is such an elegant form and the sea is always a lovely topic. Thank you for sharing this. ~Pamela 
