"...Last days at the beach..."

Last days at the beach

Last days at the beach and you can hear the crashing waves on the shore,

Seashells reach to catch the morning sunshine 

Vacationers walking somewhere, briskly, as if they always walk, to a destined point

People must leave and new arrive, this circle,

Hard to leave when volumes of memories collide on the sands and sky

and salty days that you hoped would never end

Last day at the beach, struggling umbrella in the wind 

To stay firm and not turn inside out in the gusts of ocean winds

Dreaming of years to come, full and circle again 

The years come and years go, and joy returns and then goes to the sea again 

but the building of family happens

You don’t always consider it as it’s happening, and then it’s there in your hearts

The smiling faces, the laughter, glow sticks on the beach, tie-dye shirts reflect unique souls, sandy toes, and crazy crab bites at the inlet, 

Children cartwheeling like sand pipers on the sandbars,

Castles, turtles on the sand, shells everywhere in buckets, piles of everything on the walkway to the beach house, forever shower running, 

Towels partly draped over sun filled railings,

Seafood glorious, one crazy crab 

Sounds of Ford mustangs, cobras and Shelbys cruising north ocean drive

Sea oats dancing protected on the sand dunes 

Family photos, seem hard to get, not a minute to spare,

Kids - where is that smile, and look please at the camera 

but the memories of this capture and then looking back, 

Eye open wide, light and shadow blend the days 

Spending much time together words can get short, but a quick repair 

Refreshing times with family two houses down, 

smiles and laughter in this space called life

Like coming in from the humid, salty air, to coolness inside 

Shelter and remembering 

(Last days at the beach, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta)

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“For His unfailing love is great, and it is intended for us, and His faithfulness to His promises knows no end. Praise the Eternal! Give thanks to the Eternal because He is always good. He never ceases to be loving and kind.”

Psalm 117:2-118:1VOICE

My Soul Sings

Song by Jonathan David Helser and Melissa Helser

Praise Him, sons and daughters

Praise Him in the highs and the lows

Sing in the joy and the sorrow

When you sing, Heaven comes close

Heaven's so close

Hallelujah, my soul sings to You

Hallelujah, my soul sings to You

Praise Him, my inmost being

Praise Him, oh my soul

Sing, sing of all He promised

When you sing, Heaven comes close

Heaven's so close

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