Surf Fishing At Sea Bright

Sometimes, we are given the gift of a special awarness of God's creation.

Surf Fishing At Sea Bright
by Tom Foley

The tide comes in
As twilight veils the sea
Sands that know the kiss
Of friendly boots
Beckon me

Each scar I leave
Upon the sand
The sea will hide from view
For the tide shall flood
Then ebb
And cleanse each grain anew

Now the Striper swims below
Beyond the shoals and bars
And as I cast I lift my eyes
To drink a million stars

This beach at night is holy ground
Where men and angels trod
And thoughts find words
In whispered prayer
I know You're here
My God