Filippino Oceans

I hear her voice call out my name and I sigh....

Walking the streets and not going home after work...

Written by Gwyn

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

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Crashing waves, flowing towards white-capped surf,

Brilliant sun sinking towards majestic cliffs,

Magnificent gulls soaring over shinning sand,

Picturesque from every angle.

On the ground with wind on face, bringing memories unbidden to surface,

Memories of childhood jaunts, and of the best of times,

Memories of old friends, and of those who have passed on to rest in the arms of God.

To the mind did those memories come, those of the days past.

My eyes closed, my head bent,

A soft, memory-filled smile came, and with it tears of sorrow and joy mixing,

A sharp, painful tug on the heart, a wave of longing,

Bowed to the ground, God is my comfort, and He will lend me strength.

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