Greet the morning
where stone touches tide,
quiet as mountains
rimming the sea;
discord dissolved,
healed the fractures,
heart cleansed
of violent debris.
Into the distance
vision may reach,
beyond storm-wrack
to ancient shores,
where music rises,
peace prevails,
there to find You
wave-washed pure.
Reading of “Ancient Shores” with music by Maryliz Smith.