Section:
prayers
Like the tender touch of
Ocean waves
Upon a sun-warmed beach,
Washing single grains of course-hewn sand with
Gentle strength
Born of ancient mystery,
Of hidden depths,
Carving living shapes into its
Pristine shores,
Drawn as by an
Ancient
Unknown
Force,
Leaving salt-washed grains to bask -
Alone -
Beneath the sun.
Ann Marie Slavin, OSF
© 2007 Sisters of St. Francis of Philadelphia. Poetry for Prayer: Volume I. All rights reserved.
