Day Is Done

Waves lapping over crystal sand
This is where I love to stand,
And feel the water wash over my toes
The mist and the salt air tickle my nose.

This is where I am closest to earth,
With the sound of the seagulls laughing with mirth.
A lonely crab scuttles up on the beach,
Just inches away from a sandpipers reach.

A group of children play in the surf,
The water a symbol of baptism and birth.
A sailboat sailing out on the horizon,
Against a canvas of a new sun rising.

Soon the clouds of doubt disappear
And the fog in my mind begins to clear
A ray of hope in a new day begun,
And I put behind me the day that is done.

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