Golden Sands hold golden treasures
walking on the beach today
head down into the wind
my eye was caught by the beauty of a tiny shell
green and white striped
shiny in the foamy brine
and as I went
more and more I saw:
gold and red
white and black
striped and plain
they shone like beacons
God's eye for detail
creating perfection in a handful of empty shells
When I was a child, and
when my children were young
we would waste hours in glorious shell hunting
today
in the golden sands, for a moment of bliss
I was that child again
gathering my treasures
and praising God for the day
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