OUR CREATOR KNEW
The sounds of the roaring ocean
That are embedded in my mind
Carry me through moments in life
When there is no peace to find.
The blood that feeds my beating heart
Is mixed with salty air.
And moisture soaking into my pores
Spreads throughout me, everywhere.
The joy and energy of a dancing surf
That beckons the Sandpipers to play
Keeps the child inside me alive
And the will to always stay.
As high tide pushes to reach the shore
Guiding treasures from deep within
It bares blessings of constant change
And a place of hope to begin.
The miracle of low tides pulling force
That is destined to meet the horizon
Assures me God is in control
And I don’t fear my day of dying.
Whether looking outward from my eyes
Or through visions in my soul
I believe our Creator of the Ocean knew
That His gift would make me whole.
©Copyright June 16, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove