Sitting seaside

Waves crash on to a darken sunrise 

The birds know they will soar in the light

They wistle praise along side the crickets whose

Blanket sounds just always is- I hear it all

But only when my ears are open. 

I sit along the seaside and think how soon

There will be something else. And I think be jesus

All these thoughts coming in of move and change

They are incoming missles bursting upon the glorious chance to just be jesus and give that breathe unto the sea, the wind, forward non thinking shielding thoughts that mean nothing to give then the space need made available to be jesus

To be love

To give lve this cloudy day

To blow on the world this space as it blows thru me.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled- (matt.)‎

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