Marbled waves wash upon moonlit Michigan shores,
an infinite line between two subtle edges.
And as a single star marks the night sky
silouetting dark evergreens,
the many frogs in rhythmic chorus
the waterfowl from across the lake.
Looking at this dim yellow-blue horizon,
the sun going down quietly
and as night begins to fall,
I yearn for deeper, better things.
I yearn for God.
ooooh beautiful!!!
Never been but so want to go to this place you have written about a moonlit beach my absolute favourite thing! Beautifully written it would be what I describe a God moment. HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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