While walking along the shore,or while reading my book . . .
I wonder if, in their minds, they realize your presence
and your work of awesome delight.

Can they feel you as the swells fold over into waves?
Can they hear your voice in the mighty roar as the waves crash into the shore?
Does it mean anything to them that you, oh awesome God,
have created all this beauty that they see?

Or is it all just taken for granted, like the multitude of times,
I have found in myself to be?

I have experienced your awesome wonders
at a place where the waves crash on the shore.

Your sunrises are a work of beauty.
Their golden rays resting so peacefully on the rippling waters.
A golden path that stretches out to an endless horizon.
The sparkles on the waters, like jewels glistening in the sunlight.

The waves, so awesome with such a peace filling sound.
A gentle reminder of all the power harnessed inside
The gentle breeze that continues to blow.
You calm the fires in our hearts and in our souls.

Thanks be given to the creator of us all.