I dined while watching men walk on the waves
While weaving white and blue threads in their wake;
with carefree act, no longer earthly slaves,
but glided there for joy and freedom’s sake.

The sky looked on, it’s gossamer white clouds,
saw water running relays to the shore;
the sandy strip of beach held waiting crowds
dots painted in the tableau that they draw.

My breakfast shared with family in peace,
viewed by the panorama of the sea
examined in the glory of release
by those whose earthly bondage seek to flee,

with silence far above and far away;
yet still my heart delights in all such play.

© G. Burns 2-Jan-2013