here on treasure island
there are blue crystal sand dunes that peak
from my white wraparound porch
and after hours-
after all is quiet
and the passer-byers are all home in their beds;
the tide rolls up almost to the posts that hold us
suspended in the air-
but it never comes quite this far
even when the sea is rough
the bubbly white line only comes so far
as if there is some invisible wall that only God can see.
it is then that the soft moonlight falls over the whole ocean
and i am awed at the creativity of His mighty hand.