Quiet night, crickets chirp and jam,
Ocean breezes drift across my way.
Star are bright, as peace writes in the sand.
My heart is resting as pressures fade!
Surf’s a rumble, distant – far away,
Yet it’s rhythm creates a comfort true.
Accepting each new instant’s sonnet,
Breathes in me the need to hope anew.
Resting, always in a moment.
Breathing slowly, letting “being” rise.
Being anchored in the grace of heaven,
while you whisper gently by my side.
Author – Bill Tidsbury