By Bruce Frendahl

Down to the beach I ventured again

Just as a child did I back then

Seeking solitude…peace…joy

Recalling misty memories as a boy

Casting off garments I had properly worn

To be God’s creature that I was born

Now naked, now one with my Creator I

Saw His natural world through my eye

But in truth something greater now was freed

Than merely skin, but spirit and creed

For I had found a holy place

A granted prayer, my spiritual space

God’s shining face warmed my hand

As I glimpsed "the world in a grain of sand"

His cooling waters bathed my aching soul

Vulnerable, too now was I whole

Angel’s breath in soft summer breeze

His children play…doze…gaze…as they please

Distant horizon brought wave after salty wave

Like lessons of life I would reverently save

His splendors surround me, in my sandy pew

I now view this infinite universe anew

Pristine cathedral by the sea, in the sun

Drew us together, one by one

Colors, tongues, ages, all walks of life

All here to unburden stress and strife

Down to the shore we went once more

Like gulls on wing, our spirits did soar

Back to my past where I had begun

To eternal womb, blessed with freedom won

Journey’s end at this beach of heavenly love

With His guiding light shining down from above.

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