There upon the sands of an ocean time.
I looked down upon the waves.
A seashell stood there among seaweed.
It seemed to blend with the surf sand.
Rolling with the waves of all time.
There was no move upon my lips.
Only the quiet solitude of the ocean.
The next wave, took the seashell away forever.
1998 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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