My home is by the ocean,

Where the seagulls fly;

Beautiful white wings glistening

Against the morning sky.

Where a cool moist breeze

Gives my face a cooling touch,

While I search after the falling tide

For seashells and such.

I watch the cool splashing waves

As the great tide rolls;

A blanket of water gently

Popping out its folds.

I can sense the glory

Of Yahweh in this place,

Reminding me of the splendor

Of soul cleansing grace.

I know I can’t go there

Until destiny wills;

I journey in my memory,

Experiencing magic thrills.

I can see through my mind’s eye

Such splendorous views;

The sun filling glowing skies

With kaleidoscopic hues.