My body is warm
the sun is on it,
I sit gazing into the sea
tide coming in,
ripples rushing,
washing, swishing over
silent sands. 
It’s my quiet place.

Hovering up high 
the sun flickers
on feathered friend
skylarking. He sings his song
then with folded wings
he plummets from the sky.
Moments pass till wings unfurl, 
he ascends to heights,
I hear laughter in his song.

I call out, “You that tease me so,
go a little higher up,
tell  me what you see”.
Farther into the blue he goes
and calls to me, “My eyes
feel the joy of Him who is coming,
I sing His song of hope”.

© Craig A. Roberts, 2019
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