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Topic: BEACH (12/05/19)
TITLE: Water's Edge
By Terrie Ellington
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And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
I lie sprawled out coast to coast; a product of God’s creative genius, purposed to tame the waters: oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers. Their waves break against me trying to overtake my boundaries. Their tide tickles my side as they rise and fall within me. I awake each morning to the sun peeking over the horizon; its rays bringing the dawn of another day.
Another day where I wait on anxious tiptoes of anticipation for the throngs of humanity to come upon me. I welcome them; another facet of God’s creation. Let them come: every tongue, every nation, rich, poor, young, old, short, tall, thick, thin, hairy, bald, large, small, brown, black, or white. They are a peculiar people. I watch them. They entertain me with their antics so I painstakingly allow them to have their way with me. They dig inside me and shovel me around. They stuff parts of me into bottles, buckets, pails and bags. They build castles with my sandy flesh.They lay atop my gritty skin. They play. They run. They jump. They fall. They skip to my lou. They dance. They tan. They nap. I listen to them. They talk. They scream. They sing. They laugh. Some cry.
A peculiar people indeed. Some swim and surf against wind tossed waves, while others snorkel beneath their murky depths. Fatigue soon brings them back to me; a welcomed respite from their toil. They hide beneath their umbrellas dotted across my face. Whether seated on chairs, reclined on loungers, or sprawled out on colorful towels, I hold them captivated for hours. Endless streams of humanity parade before my eyes until sun rays give way to moonbeams, and their footprints turn inland toward higher ground.
When the noise of humanity leaves me behind, once again I can hear the wonder of God’s glory in the voice of the waves dancing beneath the starlit sky. “Splish! Splash! Roar!” As they lift their praise to our Creator, I feel the beginnings of a peaceful slumber tugging at my lids. “Shhhh. Listen with me. Can you hear them?”
“Splish! Splash! Roar!” Again. “Splish! Splash! Roar!” Again. “Holy! Holy! Holy!”
From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same, the Lord’s name is to be praised.
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