A
sweet fragrance
rising,
falling
a
rousing chorus
the
waves sang your praise
crashing
on the rocks
just
after the turn of the tides
coming
in once more
the
foretaste of high tide
hours
from this moment
but
coming to be sure
as
sure as the tides
The
waves sang your praise
over
and over,
each
wave on its crashing
the
wind joined in the chorus
bringing
with it
a
hint of the deep
earthy,
richer;
the
warming stones,
new
wet from the breakers
a
blending of the scents
below
the cliff, at the water’s edge
Edited August 11, 2013
“The Waves Sang Your Praise – v2”
August 9, 2009
“The Waves Sang Your Praise”
visit on August 6, 2009
to Beavertail Lighthouse
and rocks below
Jamestown, Rhode Island
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