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"Dedicated To Kerry"
I walked lost along the beach,
My heart was heavy with dispair.
Gazing out onto the sea,
As if an answer lay out there.
As I walked on, over the dunes,
I saw him sitting in the sand.
Leaning over towards the ground,
I noticed a stick in his hand.
Standing still I watched awhile,
He paid no heed to me.
Drawing something with his stick,
Beside the ebbing sea.
He took great care in what he did,
And then he stood aside.
As the waves came rolling in,
The etchings were gone in the tide.
He sat back down and began again,
And now my curiousity grew.
I walked over and greeted him,
Inquiring about the etchings he drew
The etchings, he explained were names,
Of people he asked prayers for
Words that are written in the sand,
To be delivered unto the Lord.
When the tide flows over them,
And erases every written word,
Even prayers that are whispered,
To the Lord above are heard.
Most think that God is far away,
Way off in some place high.
He walks beside us very day,
And hears our every cry.
By Michael Hromek 9/12/99
� 1999 Big Bear
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