Golden discs afloat on ripples
Sparkling of purest silver
Glistening waves draw ever nearer
Lapping on the shore.
Prudent clouds drift round in aimless
Patterns on cerulean canvas
In a beauty all too shameless
For this meager shore.
Fields of green neverending
Wrap themselves around unbending
Curvatures of earth...hinting
At a distant shore.
Songbirds sing in foreign tongue
Of a time when time was young
Of a world freshly sprung
From another shore.
Sunsets scream, pine-boughs whisper
In accord with all of nature
God almighty! Great creator!
Lives forevermore!
Comes a time when all creation,
Every tribe and every nation
Bend their knee in adulation
Bowing on that shore.
Saying “You alone are only worthy!
You alone are God most Holy!
Loosen now these ties that hold me
To this mortal shore.
Raise your heads O mountain splendor!
Clap your hands, go forth and tender
Praises for the God of Wonder
Reigns forevermore!
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